A Tuscan State Of Mind

Sometimes traveling isn't just about going to aThe green, aromatic oil tastes so fresh and so light
destination; it's a state of mind. Physically, I've beenthat you taste what you are meant to taste - the
trapped in South Carolina for seven months nowfruit of the olive tree - and not something
while mentally I try and put myself back in myreminiscent to wheel bearing grease. So even if my
favorite European places. One of my very favoritesbruschetta is made from imported North Carolina
is the Tuscany region of Italy. While the city in Southtomatoes, South Carolina french bread, parmesan
Carolina is a blistering desert of concrete, Tuscanyfrom Kraft, and dried basil from a lousy little plastic
radiates a rejuvenating warmth that washes overjar (out of fresh basil again...), I still have my beautiful
you like the rolling green of the hills.drizzling Tuscan olive oil.
Since I'm currently unable to experience the area inItalians also understand and appreciate the concept
person, I can only do what I can to substitute theof 'breaks' (and not the 15 minute kind). Time doesn't
experience. CDs full of pictures taken during myrule a Tuscan's day, rather it revolves around life at
travels bring back stifled laughs and fond memories.the moment. I rush from one end of my current
The coffee table books I've collected over the yearshometown to the other, running errands and trying
are so full of intense color and vivid landscape scenesto make it to appointments on time - in Italy, being
that it makes my ache even worse. I even readlate is 'normale.' And when it gets to lunchtime,
"Under the Tuscan Sun" this week (which isn't donethere's no rushing through the meal and then jumping
justice by the movie). Mayes is such a descriptiveback into a schedule. Between the shining sun at its
writer. She does such a perfect job bringing the areazenith and a full stomach that's pulling you into a food
to life and I believe, deserves much credit for puttingcoma, the day calls for a siesta. This ingenious
Cortona on the map. Her book stirs memories of myconcept not only refreshes the body but it literally
one day in this little town - hot chocolate and pastriespulls your mind into another world. Why fret about
at a little café in the morning, gelato under athe next two hours when everyone else's life has
patio umbrella in the pouring rain, and linen shoppingalso come to a relaxing standstill?
after the sun triumphed over the stubborn clouds. ItDaydream, watch the tall grasses blow in the wind,
almost makes me forget that my 'gelato' is nowor drink a cappuccino among friends with a vineyard
Eddy's or something from Dairy Queen.as a backdrop. Until the notion of a daily siesta takes
I also try to substitute with cooking - of course, I'mhold in America, I attempt to create my own with
far from the authentic cuisine I once savored in theplastic patio furniture and a Coca-Cola ...that is, until
local family-owned restaurants. Tortellini al forno,the phone starts to ring with endless telemarketers
penne al'arabiatta, even plain old spaghetti marinara isanxious to sell me siding or refinance my mortgage.
a work of art in Tuscany. I throw basil around like it'sThere are just some places that feed your soul and
going out of style, get all giddy when I find a sweetremain in your heart no matter where you go. The
gorgonzola or pecorino cheese at the grocery store,rise and fall of the graceful hills, the glittery
and keep Verdi on full volume while I create my ownsilver-green leaves of the olive trees, the way the
personal Italy in the kitchen. Fortunately, I've beenaged bricks glow in the last rays of the evening sun
able to bring back the very best extra virgin olive oilall call me back for more. In the meantime, though, I'll
in the entire country - La Macchia.remain in a Tuscan state of mind.