The best part of our Italian getaway was the food. We spent an inordinate amount of time lingering over breakfast. In "real life" I inhale a yogurt as I dart out of the house, usually leaving stains on my shirt before I even reach the car door. But in my Italian life, Jimmy and I spent at least an hour each day savoring jam-filled croissants and the hillside views from our balcony. Now that we are back to reality, we are making an conscious effort to sit down for breakfast together, even if it means waking up 10 minutes early.