As is becoming tradition, I will now flit back with nary an explanation nor apology for my extended absence. Coming! (Maybe.) I’ll keep plodding on with the self-made in medias res-itude of my life.
Most recently, Deepak and I went to Italy.
But it was a bust.
Throw all the European greats at the wall and hope something will stick
They traded broken heart “Best Friends” necklaces, not pictured here.
Just kidding! In fact, it went swimmingly.
While perusing national ancient art, we noticed that Roman marble statues have some creepily bugged-out eyeballs. Not so here – mama wears toric lenses.
My favorite fearless Tyrrhenian jumping boys @ Faro Beach on Capri.
More for a coming blog post, but we saw the sights. Including:
We erupted w/ excitement @ Pompei
We learned how the sausage is made in Florence
… and we overindulged in bistecca alla fiorentina, too. (And I had to borrow from Spanish for this graphic – deal!)
National hagiographic @ the Vatican
We felt colossal excitement in the Eternal City
We tried this bridge on for Sighs in Venice
So sit back!
We have gelato cover.
Also this, and many more, including the ones I’ve already made back @ home using Sicilian pistachios and the ol’ Breville.
Coulda been us. In fact, time to Photoshop our own post-nuptial pics crossing under the Rialto Bridge!
Name the Italian topography in his Maui Jims.
Real-life salty look (courtesy Tyrrhenian sea/buckets of sweat from a brisk tromp up to Tiberius’ villa)
So stay tuned!
Aperol, they don’t call it il bel paese for nothing.
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