The place I left two days ago, amazing Bologna, Italy where I learned almost all there is to know about tortellini, gelato, how much Italian guys love their moms, and taking the time to enjoy a coffee (or mimosa) at a cafe for longer than my usual 10 minute Starbucks run.

On second thought, who am I kidding. Not sure I've ever spent more than three minutes, total, in a Starbucks.