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After enjoying another glass of wine in the picturesque courtyard, I say my goodbyes, giving Mia and Isabelle quick hugs and promising to catch up with them the following evening. “Ciao, bella,” Lorenzo says while kissing me on each cheek. Is it my imagination or do his kisses last longer than one would expect from a recent acquaintance? Maybe that’s just how it’s done in Italy.
I make my way to the retreat center where my program is being held. As the taxi pulls up the long circular drive, I admire the large, imposing villa. The building is flanked by several smaller modern buildings, their wood cladding and large picture windows a stark contrast to the villa’s ornate brickwork and architectural detail.
I walk up the marble steps, gulping as I approach th
