My first ever time in Italy was a one-day trip to Ventimiglia, a storybook town perched on a small hill overlooking the Costa Azzurra in Italy’s northern Mediterranean Sea. Located in the province of Liguria, it’s about an hour away by train from the French city of Nice. I instantly fell in love with the historic centre’s colourful houses perched on steep alleyways, the quaint balconies overlooking the sparkling sea below, the Roman walls that connect to stone passageways, the swans floating along the crystalline river. It was my first taste of Italy and I was hooked. Just days later, I passed through Ventimiglia again on my way to Rome.