This post would be infinitely more enjoyable with Dean Martin’s ‘Italian Love Songs’ playing in the background.
As some of you already know, my mother passed away on Saturday February 13th.
I am delighted to report that my blue period over returning to the Live Music Capital of the World didn’t last long.
In the course of one day I got old. Like legitimately O to the L to the D.
All of the passion, none of the sound.
The blunt truth about food in Venice is that it’s FABULOUS. (And it gets a bad rap.)
We fell in love with the food in Lake Garda and Verona.
Every couple needs a song, right?