What is it about getting ready for an extended trip that is both wonderful and maddening at the same time? Why is it the prescription always needs renewing, the car breaks down, the work accelerates, the shirts get lost at the cleaners, the favorite suitcase breaks and the cussed Italian airline can't get a ticket issued despite 12 weeks advanced notice??? Kismet. Karma. Just desserts?
No matter. What must be done will be and in 48 hours I will return to Piazza Santa Croce to my little flat on the square. I hope you will join me on my adventures... Until then, ciao...
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