Although Italy has taught me to nurture a neurotic need for aesthetic perfection, I am not much of a scenery girl. And, while I do prefer palaces to skyscrapers, I'm seldom subject to the wide-eyed ‘wow' that gives weak knees to those who marvel at Tuscan hillsides and fifteenth-century cityscape. The fact that I was born without a sense of direction probably contributes to my lack of landscape-based enthusiasm. I can pass the same building three times in 10 minutes without realizing that I'm retracing my steps. In fact, I can live in the same building for three years and not know how to get there from the freeway exit.