Enjoy this beautiful guest post by my new friend Nellie from Wild Junket.  It made me fall in love all over again. 
Falling in love in Italy

I remember my first time in Italy – it was like walking through a wonderland that I’d always dreamt of. It was illusional, magical and just pure enchantment. Falling in love with Italy was easy; falling in love in Italy was even easier.

It had been 6 months since we last met. Being apart in two different countries was the hardest thing we had to go through, disparity and not knowing what the future held was torturous. But we finally made it. Flying halfway round the world, we chose Rome to be our meeting place.

Our days in Rome were spent sitting along the Spanish steps stealing a kiss or two, sharing a gelato at the Piazza Navona, and swirling in full circles in front of the Basilica di San Pietro at the Vatican City. My favourite of all - Making a wish and flipping a coin into the Fontana di Trevi. What did I wish for? It’s my little secret.

We were in a sweet daze, dreamy and sugary-high ecstasy. I'd wished it wouldn’t end. With the charming Roman God statues and fountains, cosy Italian restaurants and rosy boulevards, we were madly in love.

As soon as we'd finished exploring Rome, we hopped on the train and took off to the Amalfi Coast. Our heaving hearts couldn’t get enough of the passion Italy had given us. Perched on the rocky cliffs of the coastline, Positano was breathtakingly stunning.

Along the slopes of Positano, we found ourselves trodding through the narrow steep paths, stopping once in a while to take in all of its beauty. Pushing past twirling vines, we would stumble upon quiet little taverns that opened up to an unobstructed view of the entire coast. Amazing!

Evenings were spent on these little cafés, where we chatted endlessly about everything under the sun. So soothing and calming were the sound of the waves, lapping against the rocky beach below us. In the small hotel we stayed at (Hotel Il Gabbiano), we would stand at the balcony holding each other so tight, as the sun set right before us. Lying on the beach benches under the full moon, I remembered our nights on the beach. Just the two of us under the stars and the sand between our feet.

Not long after, we packed up once again and went up North to the Italian Capital of Art. Florence was alluring, even more so was the Chianti region with endless fields of sunflowers and olive trees. The Camping Village Il Poggetto was far out in the countryside, tranquil and peaceful, and we loved every minute of it. Dinners were always an event - their home-made wine was exquisite, and so were the meals. 

Soon, it was time to go. Time to bid farewell. I remember tears falling as we said goodbye at the Rome Fiumicino Airport. We held on to one another's hands for as long as we could. Italy was like a dream, a fairy tale come true.

I'd never indulge in romance as much as Italy had allowed me to. My first encounter in Italy had left unforgettable pages in my memories. Thank God, we'd returned to Italy several times after to weave even more beautiful memories, together. Now, we're happily engaged and I secretly think that Italy played a part in it.