Yes, I have that itch to travel again. With every coin or bill that I place in the travel jar, I dare to dream. My thought process is really quite rudimentary. I’m dying to indulge in olives, wine, Spanish music and art. Then there’s Italy and people who can graciously accommodate me by speaking English with an Italian accent. And then there’s the food.. My GOD, the food! Not to mention the people speaking Italian while they serve me in restaurants. The land of my hero, da Vinci. The drive to Positano. Italian futbol… Artistry!
Just what is a girl to do? Well, I’m in no rush to decide.
I Crossed an Ocean... 