Once upon a time, I thought I could never love another country more than Italy, everything about it seemed amplified in the most wonderful way, the scenery, the history, the food most of all the language, it has a musicality about it. To my ears many languages are quite ugly. Not Latin languages though, I've always thought of them as the most beautiful, well they aren't known as the Romance languages for nothing. Italian simply the most beautiful of all.
Having said that, I think quite recently I fell back in love with England, I'm not sure I fell out of love with it, more a question of taking it for granted and possibly not always appreciating just how much it has to offer. Aside from having a world class city as our capital. Wonderful museums, art galleries and parks, I appreciated the latter when I came back from NY the first time, being quite underwhelmed by theirs. Last week we met up with husband's granddaugher, over from NY with husband and baby, my o/h's first great grandchild, they are hoping to come back to London soonish, she doesn't have have a good word to say about the US, much she puts down to Trump, very expensive and she feels it lacks the cohesion that England has and particularly feels that it's not a good place to be right now with an Indian husband.
I also love our countryside, we were in the Cotswolds where we met up with the family last week for a few days. This week we are down in Dorset, two of my favourite places, especially the beaches, although I admit, as wonderful as they are, possibly trounced by some of the spectacular ones of Wales and those of Northumberland .
