In about six week's time I'll be indulging in that seemingly far too rarely partaken wanderlust that has me once again setting my sights on wringing every experience possible from the wine soaked cloth of yet another European nation.
Yesteryear we did Spain, and we did it right.
Next up: Italy.
I have never been to Italy. Yet like seemingly every other American worth talking to, I have always wanted to. And following my usual modus operandi, I'm not doing it small. No, dear reader, what is about to unfold is a nearly six week sojourn from bootstrap to toe.
The trip will see the comings and goings of other friends both American and distant as we intersect our lives in all too short glimpses. Luckily I have Kyra along for the whole odyssey, because someone needs to know what the hell is going on, and it ain't gonna be me!
The plans for this adventure have undergone many a change over the past year and a half. At times it seemed like it may never happen at all. People joined, people declined, and a whole host of real life obstacles tried to derail the whole thing. And while we're not across the pond yet, at this point I'm not sure a severed limb would hold me back.
So come St. Patty's day keep your browser pointed squarely on this page, because I promise to unfurl quite a tale to behold. We'll be book-ending each side of the trip with a couple of days in London, leaving March 17th, and returning April 22nd.
Ciao!
