Setting up for infidelity

As much as I love Italy I've got to say that the rest of the world is what I like the best. I'm always making a huge mistake getting too comfy in this cocky, arrogant, rude country. Believing that the Italian  joie de vivre is what equates to be content is a false and delusional assumption. If the belief is that answers to discontent can be resolved by finding and enjoying stable love story, relationships are set up for failure. I love Italian beaches ad pizzas but that has to compete for first prize with Swiss chocolate and the alpine glow in the Austrian mountains at sunset.