I've just returned from ten days in Italy. My body clock is slowly adjusting to US East Coast time, but the images that accompany me to sleep and upon waking are all from Italy! And my internal dialogue is a mix of (on the one hand--cousin Andrea) almost perfect yet charmingly accented English along with key Italian words, and (on the other hand--me) elementary and grammatically incorrect Italian mixed with Spanish, French, and English cognates (me).
The mosaics and landscapes, in particular, are forming the backdrop of dreams and the territories of falling asleep and awakening.