Earlier this summer we spent about 36 hours in Ithaca, New York for the wedding of some dear friends. It was our fourth wedding in six weeks and deadlines at work kept us from taking any extra time to explore the area. Still, in a few short hours the area got under my skin. The hills and the gorges and the misty winding roads, and oh my god, the cheese. I’ve thought about it constantly since and am already plotting to rent a house there next year for our summer getaway.