Coffee at Douce in Piazza Matteotti, Genova.
Or perhaps I am generally missing good coffee. Even the highway autogrills do good coffee in Italy.
Then I miss the possibility of eating Ravioli fatti in casa al “tuccu” di carne at Roberto's place, Il Genovese because Tuccu is the most divine sauce ever invented ... any place here on this earth.
I miss Stefano's restaurant because there are always stunning surprises in store when you eat and drink there.
I miss the possibility of hearing Donatella singing and Luciano play there. I am learning to miss Donatella's fried squash flowers too. They were divine that night she took Helen and I home and cooked for us.
I miss the 'ciao's' that I hear in the street. I miss Pino & Silvana, and their divine pizzas.
I'm thinking now ... perhaps it all adds up to the fact that I'm simply missing Genova. And forgive me if your name isn't here because I'm sure to be missing you too :-)
Below, a photograph of Luciano playing bass guitar (really, he is), taken at a performance he and Donatella gave recently.