Golden fields, dotted with poppies, in the late spring, under the early morning Tuscan sunshine.
Mist rising through the vineyards, with the village of Chablis below. Tiny grape clusters just forming on the "Les Blanchots" vines, destined to become "the good stuff!"
Hot summer sunshine, crickets chirping in the tall grass, a long walk with the dogs in the countryside near Sant Cugat del Valles, Barcelona. A cool drink of "horchata" afterwards!
Olives, swimming in oily brine, with just a tinge of hot pepper.
Brunello di Montalcino in a good Riedel glass! (I know, the glasses aren't Mediterranean - but they sure make a difference!)
Unsalted Tuscan bread, with a hard, chewy crust - all by itself, or dipped in good olive oil.
Puccini. And Rossini. Pavarotti, and Bartoli. And Andrea Bocelli (my current favorite)! Italian opera in general!!
Flamenco too - the music that keeps me warm on cold winter evenings.
Tapas! Tasty little bites of food that linger on your palate, take the edges off your hunger, and energize you for the evening ahead.
Artemisia Gentileschi (for being a "female first!"), and all the great painters of the Italian Renaissance.
Dante and Cervantes and Flaubert.
The beach at Sitges, on a sunny June day - blue, blue ocean, beaches covered with people in tiny bathing suits, and a young man hiking up and down the beach chanting "Coca cola! Limonata! Agua Fresca!"
Deruta pottery mugs - blue, white, brown, and gold, filled with steaming, frothy cappuccino.
Churros. And croissants. And baklava. And, most of all, petits pains au chocolat.
The market along the Rue Mouffetard in Paris, even on a rainy day.
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