Why it will be your favorite Italy captured my heart on a trip arranged by my sixth-form college's art instructor. We drove from the Alps all the way down to Sicily in an old VW van. For six weeks, we slept in campgrounds, set up easels in piazzas crowded with pigeons, and overall had an amazing time. That vacation sparked my passion for travel in general as well as Italy specifically. There weren't many people or cruise ships congested in Venice back then (don't even try to guess when). There wasn't much of a line for the Sistine Chapel or the Uffizi. Sicily was much more wild than Puglia. My first pizza taste was from a truck on a deserted beach with tamarisk trees in the background. I recall falling asleep on the roof of the van as the sky burst with stars. The mosquitoes didn't both...