Hello friends! I wasn't kidding last week when I said I was out of town. The last week and a half I was in Italy with my husband Steve. He'd never been there, whereas I had spent a year in Florence while in college (and had traveled there in high school once before for a Latin field trip.) My mom forced me to keep travel journals since I was old enough to write, and the habit has stuck with me. So if you like reading about travels, or looking at photos of Italy, or plan on heading over there anytime soon, feel free to check out my entries on our stops in Naples and Pompeii, Florence, Montalcino, other bits of Tuscany and Umbria, Vinci, Fiesole, Rome and the Vatican and a tiny bit of London.
I admit I would be lying if I said I am not happy to see you. It has been a pleasure doing combat with you all these many years, in our little game of cat and mouse, often aided by explosives, or flying machines, or houses of mirrors. You have been a most worthy foe. In some ways, I will regret destroying something so extraordinary. In some ways, I will really enjoy it. Killing you will be like destroying a beautiful butterfly. A beautiful butterfly who murdered my father and poured acid on my face.
