I'm preparing to make my first international trip in my life - on Tuesday, the 18th of this month, Valerie and I are heading to Rome.
I'm pretty psyched about this for two reasons - mainly because I've never left the country, but also because I'm heading to the land of some of my ancestors: Italy!
I'm gonna go nuts over the food, take loads of pictures, and buy everybody's birthday/Christmas gifts there. I'm going to stand in speechless awe when I stare up at the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, or walk around the Colliseum. I will try coffee in Italy even though I don't like it. I will drink wine. I will butcher the pronunciation of many places, names, and menu items. I will return with a sore neck from having turned this-way-and-that to absorb everything I walked past.
Eccellente.
I'm pretty psyched about this for two reasons - mainly because I've never left the country, but also because I'm heading to the land of some of my ancestors: Italy!
I'm gonna go nuts over the food, take loads of pictures, and buy everybody's birthday/Christmas gifts there. I'm going to stand in speechless awe when I stare up at the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, or walk around the Colliseum. I will try coffee in Italy even though I don't like it. I will drink wine. I will butcher the pronunciation of many places, names, and menu items. I will return with a sore neck from having turned this-way-and-that to absorb everything I walked past.
Eccellente.