Falling in love with a city can feel powerful. Like a person, it carries its own personality. Along with its own rhythm, culture and quirks. And what about all those memories.

In my first book, “A European odyssey; how a boxer’s daughter found grace” I wrote about living in many cities. During a nomadic portion of my life they each became home - for one year, or several. I wrote about them in a detailed fashion. I fell in love with some, or not, over and over again.

In my second book, “Personal Legends of Piemonte” the entire book could be construed as a love letter to Italy, in general, and the region of Piemonte, in particular. Powerful emotions, indeed.

Rome was my first love, then after 3 years, she became an unrequited love. After 25 years, the eternal city has become, understandably; my eternal love. The connections, the pull, even the heartbreak when you leave - not entirely different than the first crush. Your first love.

I wonder which city has had that effect on you.