Packing. 10 days, 5 cities, 1 backpack. Go.
Tomorrow I leave for Italy. Precisely and I will spend 10 days riding trains, sipping espresso, swirling wine, eating pasta, and visiting some people we love who are living abroad. We'll probably also spend a considerable amount of time gesturing with our hands and pointing as neither one of us speaks Italian.
I'm thrilled to go to Italy. I'm thrilled to hug my sister, and eat pizza with crust as thin as crackers, and wander down alley's that are somehow considered streets. I'm also thrilled with my packing job for this trip, which just might be my best yet.