Bellissimo!

So I have this trip planned for the summer… a friend is getting married in England and the original plan was for me to go to England for a week. My dad forked over his frequent flier miles (poor guy didn’t really have a choice, there’s no way I could’ve afforded it on my own) and a few weeks ago my flight was booked. That in itself is exciting, but there’s more.
You see, my brother really wanted to go somewhere while he was in Europe, he didn’t care where. My parents and him were gonna go but then the parents bailed and my brother was all, I’ll go alone then. And then I was told that a ticket to Italy from England wasn’t very expensive and I decided… why not? I mean, it’s freaking Italy! And so all of a sudden, my flight has been changed and… I’m going to Italy too!!
I’m so excited, words don’t even describe. Being in Italy, seeing the sights, TAKING THE PICTURES. My camera is drooling at the bit. Oh wait, that’s me. And we have plans: to take tours around Rome, Vatican City and Venice. But I don’t even mind what we do… as I’ve said, I’m going to be in ITALY. I’m over the moon thrilled, anything else is icing on the cake.
I will admit, I’m a bit nervous too. I don’t speak the language at all… I’m trying to learn a bit and so far I can say hi, bye, thank you, please, excuse me and, well my favorite word is… you’re welcome (prego! I love it… I saw the jar of Prego sauce this morning at home and had to snap a pic). I have 3 months to learn as much as I can. The other part that I’m nervous about is the fact that my brother goes home on a Monday… and I don’t leave til Tuesday. Which means I’ll be on my own for an entire day and night. In a country I don’t know, around people I don’t know, speaking a language I don’t know. Gulp. I’m also kinda paranoid for Lola, walking around Houston makes me nervous and now I’m gonna heft it around countries overseas. My dad seems to think people are just gonna cut my bag, grab it (and my cam in it) and run -is that as common as he says it is? I would die if something happened to her.
But still, this is such a fantastic opportunity. My brother can actually afford to go and take care of me, so he’s basically covering most everything and I’m just gonna have to owe him my half… basically for the rest of my life. But, it’s as he said… how often do you get to go to Italy?! (Well hopefully more than once. And hopefully next time I’ll come back with someone other than my brother. As in, maybe with a boyfriend? That would be romantic. Sigh.)
Now the next 2 and a half (or so) months need to hurry up and pass so I can GO! To ITALY! EEK! Are we there yet?!
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