I believe there are certain landscapes - usually the landscapes you grow up in - that you grow attached to, and have a personal meaning for you. Although you may visit many beautiful places, they never "mean" as much to you as your "internal landscape." The sight of them makes you homesick.

For example, I had a roommate who grew up in Romania and loved the mountains. We went to the Alps almost every weekend. Having grown on relatively flat terrain in southwestern ontario, i think mountains are beautiful but i don't care for them as much as she did. i can live without them, and don't really get excited when i see them on the horizon.

my own is the snow on barren maple trees and dark pines.