I think I was seven the first time I saw Lake Como. The views were preceed by a feast on what for me was the best pizza in the world. I remember how elegant all seemed, how big the palazzi were, how beautiful the landscape was… Now I realize those memories epitomize the Italian dream: the beautiful women, the luxury cars, the scrumptious food washed down by cocktails, the blue waters against the classic ochre buildings… everything was flawless yet lively. It was perfect.And lately I’ve been thinking about coming back and savour that pizza, admire the architecture and splash a little bit like the kid I was. I hope I mantain that same curiosity, I would love to revive those memories and create new fantastic ones. That’s what Italy does to me: it makes me happy, nostalgic and eager for new adventures all at the same time!