It is the sense off smell that transports me. What limes are to Mexico, lemons are to Italy. Yesterday, even though I’m back in Nayarit speaking Spanish, when the produce manager at Mega in Bucerias brought out a box of lemons, I was back in the Cinqueterre, That’s where most of these shots were taken, but I ran across lemons through the whole trip around the eastern Mediterranean. Lemon was my favorite flavor of gelato in Florence. I squeezed lemons on stuffed mussels in Monterossa, and I admired the beautiful bottles of lemoncello in Venice shops. Yes, it does taste like liquid sunshine. Check out how my friend Marilyn makes it.