Two months from right now, one of my oldest and dearest friends and I will be on a jet plane headed for Italy for ten days.
We are reading books and watching documentaries and making plans.
We have reservations at one place, but really want to rent an apartment in the city.
We are planning to go to Florence for a few days, maybe Pompeii.
I know a little Italian (enough to get me in trouble), he’s learning a little (enough to get us arrested).
We are so excited we can’t stand ourselves.
Lord, I hope we don’t kill each other.