It is always a bit surreal when a plan comes together. I’m not talking an impromptu meeting of friends for Friday Margarita Happy Hour. I’m talking about a big trip. Like one to Italy.
At this very moment in just three short weeks, I will be at JFK airport, flashing my passport, handing over my ticket, and boarding a plane to Rome. And in a rare occurrence for me, I thought I’d share this information with you beforehand rather than waiting months or even years (apparently you can teach an old dog new tricks!).
It’s been a
few years couple of decades since I’ve had the pleasure of visiting the land of pasta, vino, leaning towers, and big fashion houses. So I dusted off some old photo albums and found a few pics of my last trip. My apologies: I’ve never been a great photographer, especially in the archaic times before digital when you just had to take the photo and hope for the best (at least that was my method, which probably explains a lot!).
Excited by the prospect of updating my photos and adding more cities to my list, my Italian bucket list was soon about 3 pages long–and not small notepad size, but large legal pad size! Sadly, some hard cuts had to be made. Although, to be honest, we’re still trying to finagle how to squeeze in a few more things because it’s just so damn hard to not want to do absolutely everything. I know, I KNOW that’s not possible. I’m always lecturing visitors to NYC not to over pack their schedules and leave some room for flexibility. But here I am overpacking left, right, and center! The finalists are Rome, Florence, Venice, Parma, Bologna, Chianti, and a tiny little hat making town called Montappone.
At this point, I’m not sure what I’m most excited about–it keeps changing minute by minute. I have always longed to see all the delights that Rome has to offer, but then there’s coffee and wine and pasta and gelato, and also a coastal drive along the Adriatic Sea, winding roads through Tuscany, a hotel with canal views in Venice, and we’re taking a parmesan cheese tour in Parma!
Plus we have booked what might possibly be THE CUTEST Airbnb in the Chianti Hills for three nights with Giovanni, who promises to greet us with homemade wine and olive oil. HOMEMADE WINE AND OLIVE OIL! I may have been stalking Giovanni’s Instagram, but I mean, really, look at this:
On my very first visit to Tuscany 24 years ago, I called my parents and joked that I wasn’t coming home. I have a feeling this time, it might not be a joke…
Ciao for now!