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?
Does anyone really want to see a slideshow of someone else’s vacation?
I dare say Dante himself could not have scripted a more poetic backdrop.
half-baked, a shell of my normal self