Well, that's not quite true. Eventually, I was forced to leave the Tuscan idyll where I was revealing the secrets of writing romantic fiction to lively group of women at The Watermill - and to head for home.
But I shall miss the silvery-green olive trees, the cute cows with bells hung around their necks and the masses of wild flowers which were everywhere. (Do you suppose that the famous rock-band Deep Purple named themselves after the orchids which studded every available field?)
I'm in love with Italy.
Which country makes your heart beat a little faster?