My Italian Summer - Getting There

I realize if I don't write it down soon I would forget. Right now I am sitting in front of my computer somewhere in the Midwest, USA. It was only couple of months ago, though it feels like a dream when I think about it now, or the past life. I don't want to forget. It has been the best summer of my life.

Everyone has a dream place, a place she/he has been dreaming of always but never been. Some people don't know where it is until they see it. Some people keep changing the idea along the way. For me, it has always been Italy. I have this rule with myself, that I am not going to have kids until I see Italy with my own eyes. It is my psychological and emotional bottom line of compromise with life.

During the height of all the drama, the wedding, packing, cleaning, moving, and all that crazy shit, my only sanctuary was planning the trip because unlike everything else that was going on this one was mine, and mine only. As a control freak and a chicken, I planed the hell out of it. The planning was almost as fun of going there, just imagining all the possibilities, the places and people I would see and meet. I also knew I would be in the strange world with strange custom and language. Knowing as much as possible might help me to save some trouble or maybe even my life.

The only sad thing is I lost my camera in Vienna. So I have nothing to show you visually before Rome. As how my friends from Vienna put it, "The only way to make it up is for you to come back again'. They were probably right.