Italia

I always love it when I see people wearing “Italia” shirts. For no reason other than when I squint my eyes and cock my head to the right, the “I” seems to drop off, all of a sudden their T-shirt becomes a tribute to moi. Silly, I know.

Amalfi Coast--near Naples

What I love more than touristy fashion trends, are the places I’ve been fortunate enough to visit in Italy. Staying in a house centuries old in the Tuscan hills, enjoying fresh bread, cheese, and olives, and laughing as my mother drowsily lay her head on my fathers shoulder after the sole glass of red wine that accompanied her dinner.

Pompeji

Tonight at 4 in the morning, Muki and I will head off once again to the airport and board a Lufthansa flight with Naples, Italy as its destination. We will spend 10 days living with his German/Italian friend and his girlfriend, as well as another couple in true Italian style. I will consume (dairy-less) pizza and bread in absurd quantities, and I’ll enjoy every minute of it–I just hope my stomach does too.

Authentic Naples pizza--according to google images--hmmm...maybe my stomach can handle the cheese?