Did you see Call Me By Your Name earlier this year? Despite some buzzy, preemptive buildup, it managed to give me butterflies, draw my tears, and lull me into a warm dream state — a rarity for me with films. It also helped settle something from my subconscious that I’ve been unpacking for years: the feeling that Italy is the answer.

To what, though?

July 2016, my friends and I on a boat in Liguria, off the coast of Genova, Portofino, and Cinque Terre

Call Me By Your Name