--*Quitting my job was amazing. Pretty much the most fun I've had in a while. Or, I should say, I had had until I went on a monthlong trip to Italy.
The highlights:
It should surprise no one at all that mostly they related to food. I'll won't go on at too much length, as I'm now in the land of we-don't-even-have-a-french-restaurant.
It's well established that Barcelona is amazing. I did find shocking, however, the fact that there is actually an establishment that created a cheese plate so intense that Dacia and I actually failed to finish it. We were defeated intensely.
Fig gelato. Even thinking about it makes me speechless.
I can now affirm that I'm capable of ordering a $70 plate of ravioli. I am not, however, capable of fully enjoying it $70 worth. (See Cracco Peck, apparently the 42nd best restaurant in the world: http://www.theworlds50best.com/restaurants/restaurant_42.html.) In other overly considered food news, they also served me a Caprese Salad flavored jello. Seriously, tomato/basil gelatin with pieces of mozerella floating within. Fascinating.
I can now personally confirm that when you check "Yes" on the customs form in response to "Have you handled livestock?" Your bags will be searched. Thoroughly.
It is, apparently, possible for four people to spend so much time together that they can reduce every thought or sentiment they wish to convey to a "your mom" joke. The human spirit never ceases to amaze. (This has nothing to do with a baby lamb. But I can't format this otherwise.)
To quote some extra once on General Hospital,** "I just don't get that modern art."
*We'll note that while blogger has a shortcut command for Hindi translation, I have not discovered any capacity for bullet points. Or footnotes, for that matter. Or hyperlinks. I'm kindof starting to hate Blogger.
**When these sorts of phrases form in my mind, I begin to question my own validity as a person. Really.
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