It was here, in the heart of Chiantishire, that “my lemons bloomed” last year. The idea of creating my own blog, Where Lemons Blossom, dawned upon me while enjoing the breath-taking sight of the old abbey, today a bed&breakfast, surrounded by the ancient vine-yards (Badia a Coltibuono). I thought to myself: how much I love all this and how much I love my country (despite the insane passion of Italians for soccer and their inborn incapability of producing decent politicians). Soon afterwards I heard a guide talking to a group of American tourists showing them the magnificent Renaissance garden. She was very detailed in her explanation and yet I felt that something was missing, as if she was lacking something. What was it? I could hardly tell but I felt it had to do with a person’s genetical code. I feel Italian from the tip of my toes up to my curls and it is as if I needed to share my love for Italy with the rest of the world. I know, that sounds megalomaniac but then again, let me remind you of Woody Allen’s immortal words while defending from the accuse of thinking he was God: I gotta model myself after someone!