Day 11 (or is it 12?) of my two-week jag in Italy. This morning, I'm in Napoli (Naples for you non-Italian folk) on my way to Pompeii. We've been running so hard and fast, and it's so hot that we're getting a very late start. The younger of the two of us slept through all the waking up devices, so while TFE checks us out, the girls are scrambling to shower and pack. We've got a long haul to the train station with luggage, and neither of the girls took my advice about packing light. TFE's neice, M, actually threw away her suitcase in Firenze (again, Florence for the Americans) and half of her stuff. She bought a very lightweight suitcase on the street and is now the envy of the rest of us.
I've got pages and pages of food porn to post at OTB upon my return. I've also got some boxes of food packed to go home with me for further replication of the amazing food here.
I haven't heard from Jasie, and I'm sorry that I've missed her. But I'm too tired to have been any fun with her anyway.