BEHOLD MY NEW FAVORITE COLLECTION OF DECAPITATED ANTIQUITIES.
This was our last full day in Italy, and although European adventure is no new thing to me, I feel like I've just experienced the best two weeks of my life. Maybe because before bed tonight Andrew turned to me and nonchalantly mentioned, "These have been the best two weeks that I've ever experienced with anyone anywhere."
Remarkable if you consider the Indiana University frat parties.
In an ideal world, I'd clean up all of the muck in Rome and bring the entire country of Italy back home to the beach with me. I'd also request a Fendi factory and a lifetime supply of gelato. And three vineyards.
We recently discovered that the design of San Marco Square, down the street from our current home, was heavily influenced by the Piazza di San Marco in Rome. We didn't have time before our trip to find out exactly where the Italian version was located (what with packing and doing taxes and DECIDING TO BUY A HOUSE IN TWO SECONDS), but lo and behold guess what we looked up and saw on our way to the Pantheon?
I couldn't resist snapping a few shots of the signage before we skedaddled on our way. And, yes, I just wrote skedaddled. What?
In the eighties, I was a little kid who put together model buildings out of notebook paper and Scotch tape and spent days on end playing Monopoly with my best friend. And, really, what I've done over the last decade is pretty much the same thing. I began buying, renovating, and renting dozens of properties during Architecture school, where I mostly learned how to stay awake for six days straight while narrowly escaping dismemberment by Exacto knife.