Goodbye Italy...
We got in the cab yesterday morning at nine AM. We said goodbye to our wonderful Rome hotel, took pictures of bunny leaving, and left. And as our car passed out of the city walls, while our Italian driver was chattering away in Italian on a million phone calls, while the Italian music thumped in the speakers behind our heads, Chris and I held hands over luggage that sat between us, I stared out of the window, sunglasses over my eyes, and cried. Goodbye Italy. Goodbye to the land of: NO judgments on clothing choices Small bites Amazing coffee that I don't need milk for and never use artificial sweetners for Spending two hours over cannoli and espresso Red poppies Clean air Sexy smoking Not thinking about weight and appearance Curvy sexy boisterous women Attractive quietly confident men Vespas Fearing for my life and other people's lives in traffic Walking into heavy traffic knowing/trusting everyone will stop Breathtaking sights Historic...