This Saturday I am going back to Italy; I studied abroad there in the summer of 1997. It was unequivocally the best eight weeks of my life. I still remember so much. Maybe too much.
I met a host of wonderful people during those fifty-six days. I no longer talk to a single one of them, including my ex-wife.
So. It. Goes.
Now I'm heading back with my parents and sister in tow, a tour guide to the family that remains. Rome, Assisi, Florence, Pisa, Siena, San Gimignano. Oh, the places I've been.
Play nice while I'm gone. Stampler's in charge while I'm gone. This place better be spotless when I get back. No parties. And definitely NO BOOZE / DRUGS / SEX, you hear me?
Oh yeah. Celtics in 7.