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beautiful wedding at the Boca Hotel

Summer’s in the air and baby heaven’s in your eyes

DAY THIRTY-THREE: (AKA the last day in Rome) (AKA the end of an era) (AKA what do I do with my life now). For my last day in Rome, I had one thing left on my list (well two, really, but they’re within a block of each other: The Vatican and Castle Di Sant Angelo. I was actually a little more excited for the Castle because I knew that the bridge to it was lined with Bernini sculptures. Everything I did had “last” preceding it. My last Roman pizza. My last dinner with Francesca. My last Ciambellone (my favorite cake that Francesca made. I got the recipe, score. Won’t be as good though.) It started getting a little ridiculous after a while, and I had to stop myself when I caught myself thinking “my last bus ride.” and “my last shower.” The kids got me a gift, a notebook and pen. Saying goodbye to them was so, so hard, but I held it together until the airport. Saying goodbye to Francesca might’ve been the worst part. She was amazing the entire time, I could NOT have asked for a better host family. But she said it wasn’t goodbye; she said they’d see me soon. I sure hope so.
I originally made this blog just for my Rome trip, but I think I’m gonna keep it up on a less regular basis for big events/cool photos/whatever I want, cause it’s my blog. ‘Merica.
Thanks for reading. Currently blogging from my new home in Florida as dad vacuums the walls (I don’t ask anymore).  DAY THIRTY-THREE: (AKA the last day in Rome) (AKA the end of an era) (AKA what do I do with my life now). For my last day in Rome, I had one thing left on my list (well two, really, but they’re within a block of each other: The Vatican and Castle Di Sant Angelo. I was actually a little more excited for the Castle because I knew that the bridge to it was lined with Bernini sculptures. Everything I did had “last” preceding it. My last Roman pizza. My last dinner with Francesca. My last Ciambellone (my favorite cake that Francesca made. I got the recipe, score. Won’t be as good though.) It started getting a little ridiculous after a while, and I had to stop myself when I caught myself thinking “my last bus ride.” and “my last shower.” The kids got me a gift, a notebook and pen. Saying goodbye to them was so, so hard, but I held it together until the airport. Saying goodbye to Francesca might’ve been the worst part. She was amazing the entire time, I could NOT have asked for a better host family. But she said it wasn’t goodbye; she said they’d see me soon. I sure hope so.
I originally made this blog just for my Rome trip, but I think I’m gonna keep it up on a less regular basis for big events/cool photos/whatever I want, cause it’s my blog. ‘Merica.
Thanks for reading. Currently blogging from my new home in Florida as dad vacuums the walls (I don’t ask anymore).  DAY THIRTY-THREE: (AKA the last day in Rome) (AKA the end of an era) (AKA what do I do with my life now). For my last day in Rome, I had one thing left on my list (well two, really, but they’re within a block of each other: The Vatican and Castle Di Sant Angelo. I was actually a little more excited for the Castle because I knew that the bridge to it was lined with Bernini sculptures. Everything I did had “last” preceding it. My last Roman pizza. My last dinner with Francesca. My last Ciambellone (my favorite cake that Francesca made. I got the recipe, score. Won’t be as good though.) It started getting a little ridiculous after a while, and I had to stop myself when I caught myself thinking “my last bus ride.” and “my last shower.” The kids got me a gift, a notebook and pen. Saying goodbye to them was so, so hard, but I held it together until the airport. Saying goodbye to Francesca might’ve been the worst part. She was amazing the entire time, I could NOT have asked for a better host family. But she said it wasn’t goodbye; she said they’d see me soon. I sure hope so.
I originally made this blog just for my Rome trip, but I think I’m gonna keep it up on a less regular basis for big events/cool photos/whatever I want, cause it’s my blog. ‘Merica.
Thanks for reading. Currently blogging from my new home in Florida as dad vacuums the walls (I don’t ask anymore).  DAY THIRTY-THREE: (AKA the last day in Rome) (AKA the end of an era) (AKA what do I do with my life now). For my last day in Rome, I had one thing left on my list (well two, really, but they’re within a block of each other: The Vatican and Castle Di Sant Angelo. I was actually a little more excited for the Castle because I knew that the bridge to it was lined with Bernini sculptures. Everything I did had “last” preceding it. My last Roman pizza. My last dinner with Francesca. My last Ciambellone (my favorite cake that Francesca made. I got the recipe, score. Won’t be as good though.) It started getting a little ridiculous after a while, and I had to stop myself when I caught myself thinking “my last bus ride.” and “my last shower.” The kids got me a gift, a notebook and pen. Saying goodbye to them was so, so hard, but I held it together until the airport. Saying goodbye to Francesca might’ve been the worst part. She was amazing the entire time, I could NOT have asked for a better host family. But she said it wasn’t goodbye; she said they’d see me soon. I sure hope so.
I originally made this blog just for my Rome trip, but I think I’m gonna keep it up on a less regular basis for big events/cool photos/whatever I want, cause it’s my blog. ‘Merica.
Thanks for reading. Currently blogging from my new home in Florida as dad vacuums the walls (I don’t ask anymore).  DAY THIRTY-THREE: (AKA the last day in Rome) (AKA the end of an era) (AKA what do I do with my life now). For my last day in Rome, I had one thing left on my list (well two, really, but they’re within a block of each other: The Vatican and Castle Di Sant Angelo. I was actually a little more excited for the Castle because I knew that the bridge to it was lined with Bernini sculptures. Everything I did had “last” preceding it. My last Roman pizza. My last dinner with Francesca. My last Ciambellone (my favorite cake that Francesca made. I got the recipe, score. Won’t be as good though.) It started getting a little ridiculous after a while, and I had to stop myself when I caught myself thinking “my last bus ride.” and “my last shower.” The kids got me a gift, a notebook and pen. Saying goodbye to them was so, so hard, but I held it together until the airport. Saying goodbye to Francesca might’ve been the worst part. She was amazing the entire time, I could NOT have asked for a better host family. But she said it wasn’t goodbye; she said they’d see me soon. I sure hope so.
I originally made this blog just for my Rome trip, but I think I’m gonna keep it up on a less regular basis for big events/cool photos/whatever I want, cause it’s my blog. ‘Merica.
Thanks for reading. Currently blogging from my new home in Florida as dad vacuums the walls (I don’t ask anymore).  DAY THIRTY-THREE: (AKA the last day in Rome) (AKA the end of an era) (AKA what do I do with my life now). For my last day in Rome, I had one thing left on my list (well two, really, but they’re within a block of each other: The Vatican and Castle Di Sant Angelo. I was actually a little more excited for the Castle because I knew that the bridge to it was lined with Bernini sculptures. Everything I did had “last” preceding it. My last Roman pizza. My last dinner with Francesca. My last Ciambellone (my favorite cake that Francesca made. I got the recipe, score. Won’t be as good though.) It started getting a little ridiculous after a while, and I had to stop myself when I caught myself thinking “my last bus ride.” and “my last shower.” The kids got me a gift, a notebook and pen. Saying goodbye to them was so, so hard, but I held it together until the airport. Saying goodbye to Francesca might’ve been the worst part. She was amazing the entire time, I could NOT have asked for a better host family. But she said it wasn’t goodbye; she said they’d see me soon. I sure hope so.
I originally made this blog just for my Rome trip, but I think I’m gonna keep it up on a less regular basis for big events/cool photos/whatever I want, cause it’s my blog. ‘Merica.
Thanks for reading. Currently blogging from my new home in Florida as dad vacuums the walls (I don’t ask anymore).  DAY THIRTY-THREE: (AKA the last day in Rome) (AKA the end of an era) (AKA what do I do with my life now). For my last day in Rome, I had one thing left on my list (well two, really, but they’re within a block of each other: The Vatican and Castle Di Sant Angelo. I was actually a little more excited for the Castle because I knew that the bridge to it was lined with Bernini sculptures. Everything I did had “last” preceding it. My last Roman pizza. My last dinner with Francesca. My last Ciambellone (my favorite cake that Francesca made. I got the recipe, score. Won’t be as good though.) It started getting a little ridiculous after a while, and I had to stop myself when I caught myself thinking “my last bus ride.” and “my last shower.” The kids got me a gift, a notebook and pen. Saying goodbye to them was so, so hard, but I held it together until the airport. Saying goodbye to Francesca might’ve been the worst part. She was amazing the entire time, I could NOT have asked for a better host family. But she said it wasn’t goodbye; she said they’d see me soon. I sure hope so.
I originally made this blog just for my Rome trip, but I think I’m gonna keep it up on a less regular basis for big events/cool photos/whatever I want, cause it’s my blog. ‘Merica.
Thanks for reading. Currently blogging from my new home in Florida as dad vacuums the walls (I don’t ask anymore).  DAY THIRTY-THREE: (AKA the last day in Rome) (AKA the end of an era) (AKA what do I do with my life now). For my last day in Rome, I had one thing left on my list (well two, really, but they’re within a block of each other: The Vatican and Castle Di Sant Angelo. I was actually a little more excited for the Castle because I knew that the bridge to it was lined with Bernini sculptures. Everything I did had “last” preceding it. My last Roman pizza. My last dinner with Francesca. My last Ciambellone (my favorite cake that Francesca made. I got the recipe, score. Won’t be as good though.) It started getting a little ridiculous after a while, and I had to stop myself when I caught myself thinking “my last bus ride.” and “my last shower.” The kids got me a gift, a notebook and pen. Saying goodbye to them was so, so hard, but I held it together until the airport. Saying goodbye to Francesca might’ve been the worst part. She was amazing the entire time, I could NOT have asked for a better host family. But she said it wasn’t goodbye; she said they’d see me soon. I sure hope so.
I originally made this blog just for my Rome trip, but I think I’m gonna keep it up on a less regular basis for big events/cool photos/whatever I want, cause it’s my blog. ‘Merica.
Thanks for reading. Currently blogging from my new home in Florida as dad vacuums the walls (I don’t ask anymore).  DAY THIRTY-THREE: (AKA the last day in Rome) (AKA the end of an era) (AKA what do I do with my life now). For my last day in Rome, I had one thing left on my list (well two, really, but they’re within a block of each other: The Vatican and Castle Di Sant Angelo. I was actually a little more excited for the Castle because I knew that the bridge to it was lined with Bernini sculptures. Everything I did had “last” preceding it. My last Roman pizza. My last dinner with Francesca. My last Ciambellone (my favorite cake that Francesca made. I got the recipe, score. Won’t be as good though.) It started getting a little ridiculous after a while, and I had to stop myself when I caught myself thinking “my last bus ride.” and “my last shower.” The kids got me a gift, a notebook and pen. Saying goodbye to them was so, so hard, but I held it together until the airport. Saying goodbye to Francesca might’ve been the worst part. She was amazing the entire time, I could NOT have asked for a better host family. But she said it wasn’t goodbye; she said they’d see me soon. I sure hope so.
I originally made this blog just for my Rome trip, but I think I’m gonna keep it up on a less regular basis for big events/cool photos/whatever I want, cause it’s my blog. ‘Merica.
Thanks for reading. Currently blogging from my new home in Florida as dad vacuums the walls (I don’t ask anymore).  DAY THIRTY-THREE: (AKA the last day in Rome) (AKA the end of an era) (AKA what do I do with my life now). For my last day in Rome, I had one thing left on my list (well two, really, but they’re within a block of each other: The Vatican and Castle Di Sant Angelo. I was actually a little more excited for the Castle because I knew that the bridge to it was lined with Bernini sculptures. Everything I did had “last” preceding it. My last Roman pizza. My last dinner with Francesca. My last Ciambellone (my favorite cake that Francesca made. I got the recipe, score. Won’t be as good though.) It started getting a little ridiculous after a while, and I had to stop myself when I caught myself thinking “my last bus ride.” and “my last shower.” The kids got me a gift, a notebook and pen. Saying goodbye to them was so, so hard, but I held it together until the airport. Saying goodbye to Francesca might’ve been the worst part. She was amazing the entire time, I could NOT have asked for a better host family. But she said it wasn’t goodbye; she said they’d see me soon. I sure hope so.
I originally made this blog just for my Rome trip, but I think I’m gonna keep it up on a less regular basis for big events/cool photos/whatever I want, cause it’s my blog. ‘Merica.
Thanks for reading. Currently blogging from my new home in Florida as dad vacuums the walls (I don’t ask anymore). 

DAY THIRTY-THREE: (AKA the last day in Rome) (AKA the end of an era) (AKA what do I do with my life now). For my last day in Rome, I had one thing left on my list (well two, really, but they’re within a block of each other: The Vatican and Castle Di Sant Angelo. I was actually a little more excited for the Castle because I knew that the bridge to it was lined with Bernini sculptures. Everything I did had “last” preceding it. My last Roman pizza. My last dinner with Francesca. My last Ciambellone (my favorite cake that Francesca made. I got the recipe, score. Won’t be as good though.) It started getting a little ridiculous after a while, and I had to stop myself when I caught myself thinking “my last bus ride.” and “my last shower.” The kids got me a gift, a notebook and pen. Saying goodbye to them was so, so hard, but I held it together until the airport. Saying goodbye to Francesca might’ve been the worst part. She was amazing the entire time, I could NOT have asked for a better host family. But she said it wasn’t goodbye; she said they’d see me soon. I sure hope so.

I originally made this blog just for my Rome trip, but I think I’m gonna keep it up on a less regular basis for big events/cool photos/whatever I want, cause it’s my blog. ‘Merica.

Thanks for reading. Currently blogging from my new home in Florida as dad vacuums the walls (I don’t ask anymore). 

DAY THIRTY-ONE/THIRTY-TWO: This weekend we went to Amelia (for my last time, sob) and it was stunning as always. Saturday we basically just relaxed and “took a sun bath” as Francesca said. The kids picked cherries from the cherry trees that surround the house, I even picked a couple myself because I’m basically Bear Grylls. That night we went to a pizza party. Let’s just say it wasn’t catered by Dominoes. They brought out an antipasti plate that could’ve been a meal in itself. But of course not. There were about 6 other kinds of pizza they made fresh right in front of us (keep in mind there were about 150 people at this pizza party). It was all amazing, even though some of it had meat on it so I had to skip. We left at around 1:00, after the kids had done some killer karaoke. Sunday was also pretty relaxed. That night Luigi and I got a ride back into Rome with Fabrizio’s sister because Francesca and Maria Oliva had tickets to a dance show. I got to see Franka one last time which killed me. Cutest Italian grandmother you could ever imagine. Fabrizio’s parents reminded me of my Russian grandparents, probably one of the many reasons I loved them so much. We watched a little Formula 1 (team Alonso obviously) and then headed back to the city. I’ve decided I’m going to get married in Amelia some day. Francesca can cater. DAY THIRTY-ONE/THIRTY-TWO: This weekend we went to Amelia (for my last time, sob) and it was stunning as always. Saturday we basically just relaxed and “took a sun bath” as Francesca said. The kids picked cherries from the cherry trees that surround the house, I even picked a couple myself because I’m basically Bear Grylls. That night we went to a pizza party. Let’s just say it wasn’t catered by Dominoes. They brought out an antipasti plate that could’ve been a meal in itself. But of course not. There were about 6 other kinds of pizza they made fresh right in front of us (keep in mind there were about 150 people at this pizza party). It was all amazing, even though some of it had meat on it so I had to skip. We left at around 1:00, after the kids had done some killer karaoke. Sunday was also pretty relaxed. That night Luigi and I got a ride back into Rome with Fabrizio’s sister because Francesca and Maria Oliva had tickets to a dance show. I got to see Franka one last time which killed me. Cutest Italian grandmother you could ever imagine. Fabrizio’s parents reminded me of my Russian grandparents, probably one of the many reasons I loved them so much. We watched a little Formula 1 (team Alonso obviously) and then headed back to the city. I’ve decided I’m going to get married in Amelia some day. Francesca can cater. DAY THIRTY-ONE/THIRTY-TWO: This weekend we went to Amelia (for my last time, sob) and it was stunning as always. Saturday we basically just relaxed and “took a sun bath” as Francesca said. The kids picked cherries from the cherry trees that surround the house, I even picked a couple myself because I’m basically Bear Grylls. That night we went to a pizza party. Let’s just say it wasn’t catered by Dominoes. They brought out an antipasti plate that could’ve been a meal in itself. But of course not. There were about 6 other kinds of pizza they made fresh right in front of us (keep in mind there were about 150 people at this pizza party). It was all amazing, even though some of it had meat on it so I had to skip. We left at around 1:00, after the kids had done some killer karaoke. Sunday was also pretty relaxed. That night Luigi and I got a ride back into Rome with Fabrizio’s sister because Francesca and Maria Oliva had tickets to a dance show. I got to see Franka one last time which killed me. Cutest Italian grandmother you could ever imagine. Fabrizio’s parents reminded me of my Russian grandparents, probably one of the many reasons I loved them so much. We watched a little Formula 1 (team Alonso obviously) and then headed back to the city. I’ve decided I’m going to get married in Amelia some day. Francesca can cater. DAY THIRTY-ONE/THIRTY-TWO: This weekend we went to Amelia (for my last time, sob) and it was stunning as always. Saturday we basically just relaxed and “took a sun bath” as Francesca said. The kids picked cherries from the cherry trees that surround the house, I even picked a couple myself because I’m basically Bear Grylls. That night we went to a pizza party. Let’s just say it wasn’t catered by Dominoes. They brought out an antipasti plate that could’ve been a meal in itself. But of course not. There were about 6 other kinds of pizza they made fresh right in front of us (keep in mind there were about 150 people at this pizza party). It was all amazing, even though some of it had meat on it so I had to skip. We left at around 1:00, after the kids had done some killer karaoke. Sunday was also pretty relaxed. That night Luigi and I got a ride back into Rome with Fabrizio’s sister because Francesca and Maria Oliva had tickets to a dance show. I got to see Franka one last time which killed me. Cutest Italian grandmother you could ever imagine. Fabrizio’s parents reminded me of my Russian grandparents, probably one of the many reasons I loved them so much. We watched a little Formula 1 (team Alonso obviously) and then headed back to the city. I’ve decided I’m going to get married in Amelia some day. Francesca can cater. DAY THIRTY-ONE/THIRTY-TWO: This weekend we went to Amelia (for my last time, sob) and it was stunning as always. Saturday we basically just relaxed and “took a sun bath” as Francesca said. The kids picked cherries from the cherry trees that surround the house, I even picked a couple myself because I’m basically Bear Grylls. That night we went to a pizza party. Let’s just say it wasn’t catered by Dominoes. They brought out an antipasti plate that could’ve been a meal in itself. But of course not. There were about 6 other kinds of pizza they made fresh right in front of us (keep in mind there were about 150 people at this pizza party). It was all amazing, even though some of it had meat on it so I had to skip. We left at around 1:00, after the kids had done some killer karaoke. Sunday was also pretty relaxed. That night Luigi and I got a ride back into Rome with Fabrizio’s sister because Francesca and Maria Oliva had tickets to a dance show. I got to see Franka one last time which killed me. Cutest Italian grandmother you could ever imagine. Fabrizio’s parents reminded me of my Russian grandparents, probably one of the many reasons I loved them so much. We watched a little Formula 1 (team Alonso obviously) and then headed back to the city. I’ve decided I’m going to get married in Amelia some day. Francesca can cater. DAY THIRTY-ONE/THIRTY-TWO: This weekend we went to Amelia (for my last time, sob) and it was stunning as always. Saturday we basically just relaxed and “took a sun bath” as Francesca said. The kids picked cherries from the cherry trees that surround the house, I even picked a couple myself because I’m basically Bear Grylls. That night we went to a pizza party. Let’s just say it wasn’t catered by Dominoes. They brought out an antipasti plate that could’ve been a meal in itself. But of course not. There were about 6 other kinds of pizza they made fresh right in front of us (keep in mind there were about 150 people at this pizza party). It was all amazing, even though some of it had meat on it so I had to skip. We left at around 1:00, after the kids had done some killer karaoke. Sunday was also pretty relaxed. That night Luigi and I got a ride back into Rome with Fabrizio’s sister because Francesca and Maria Oliva had tickets to a dance show. I got to see Franka one last time which killed me. Cutest Italian grandmother you could ever imagine. Fabrizio’s parents reminded me of my Russian grandparents, probably one of the many reasons I loved them so much. We watched a little Formula 1 (team Alonso obviously) and then headed back to the city. I’ve decided I’m going to get married in Amelia some day. Francesca can cater. DAY THIRTY-ONE/THIRTY-TWO: This weekend we went to Amelia (for my last time, sob) and it was stunning as always. Saturday we basically just relaxed and “took a sun bath” as Francesca said. The kids picked cherries from the cherry trees that surround the house, I even picked a couple myself because I’m basically Bear Grylls. That night we went to a pizza party. Let’s just say it wasn’t catered by Dominoes. They brought out an antipasti plate that could’ve been a meal in itself. But of course not. There were about 6 other kinds of pizza they made fresh right in front of us (keep in mind there were about 150 people at this pizza party). It was all amazing, even though some of it had meat on it so I had to skip. We left at around 1:00, after the kids had done some killer karaoke. Sunday was also pretty relaxed. That night Luigi and I got a ride back into Rome with Fabrizio’s sister because Francesca and Maria Oliva had tickets to a dance show. I got to see Franka one last time which killed me. Cutest Italian grandmother you could ever imagine. Fabrizio’s parents reminded me of my Russian grandparents, probably one of the many reasons I loved them so much. We watched a little Formula 1 (team Alonso obviously) and then headed back to the city. I’ve decided I’m going to get married in Amelia some day. Francesca can cater. DAY THIRTY-ONE/THIRTY-TWO: This weekend we went to Amelia (for my last time, sob) and it was stunning as always. Saturday we basically just relaxed and “took a sun bath” as Francesca said. The kids picked cherries from the cherry trees that surround the house, I even picked a couple myself because I’m basically Bear Grylls. That night we went to a pizza party. Let’s just say it wasn’t catered by Dominoes. They brought out an antipasti plate that could’ve been a meal in itself. But of course not. There were about 6 other kinds of pizza they made fresh right in front of us (keep in mind there were about 150 people at this pizza party). It was all amazing, even though some of it had meat on it so I had to skip. We left at around 1:00, after the kids had done some killer karaoke. Sunday was also pretty relaxed. That night Luigi and I got a ride back into Rome with Fabrizio’s sister because Francesca and Maria Oliva had tickets to a dance show. I got to see Franka one last time which killed me. Cutest Italian grandmother you could ever imagine. Fabrizio’s parents reminded me of my Russian grandparents, probably one of the many reasons I loved them so much. We watched a little Formula 1 (team Alonso obviously) and then headed back to the city. I’ve decided I’m going to get married in Amelia some day. Francesca can cater. DAY THIRTY-ONE/THIRTY-TWO: This weekend we went to Amelia (for my last time, sob) and it was stunning as always. Saturday we basically just relaxed and “took a sun bath” as Francesca said. The kids picked cherries from the cherry trees that surround the house, I even picked a couple myself because I’m basically Bear Grylls. That night we went to a pizza party. Let’s just say it wasn’t catered by Dominoes. They brought out an antipasti plate that could’ve been a meal in itself. But of course not. There were about 6 other kinds of pizza they made fresh right in front of us (keep in mind there were about 150 people at this pizza party). It was all amazing, even though some of it had meat on it so I had to skip. We left at around 1:00, after the kids had done some killer karaoke. Sunday was also pretty relaxed. That night Luigi and I got a ride back into Rome with Fabrizio’s sister because Francesca and Maria Oliva had tickets to a dance show. I got to see Franka one last time which killed me. Cutest Italian grandmother you could ever imagine. Fabrizio’s parents reminded me of my Russian grandparents, probably one of the many reasons I loved them so much. We watched a little Formula 1 (team Alonso obviously) and then headed back to the city. I’ve decided I’m going to get married in Amelia some day. Francesca can cater. DAY THIRTY-ONE/THIRTY-TWO: This weekend we went to Amelia (for my last time, sob) and it was stunning as always. Saturday we basically just relaxed and “took a sun bath” as Francesca said. The kids picked cherries from the cherry trees that surround the house, I even picked a couple myself because I’m basically Bear Grylls. That night we went to a pizza party. Let’s just say it wasn’t catered by Dominoes. They brought out an antipasti plate that could’ve been a meal in itself. But of course not. There were about 6 other kinds of pizza they made fresh right in front of us (keep in mind there were about 150 people at this pizza party). It was all amazing, even though some of it had meat on it so I had to skip. We left at around 1:00, after the kids had done some killer karaoke. Sunday was also pretty relaxed. That night Luigi and I got a ride back into Rome with Fabrizio’s sister because Francesca and Maria Oliva had tickets to a dance show. I got to see Franka one last time which killed me. Cutest Italian grandmother you could ever imagine. Fabrizio’s parents reminded me of my Russian grandparents, probably one of the many reasons I loved them so much. We watched a little Formula 1 (team Alonso obviously) and then headed back to the city. I’ve decided I’m going to get married in Amelia some day. Francesca can cater.

DAY THIRTY-ONE/THIRTY-TWO: This weekend we went to Amelia (for my last time, sob) and it was stunning as always. Saturday we basically just relaxed and “took a sun bath” as Francesca said. The kids picked cherries from the cherry trees that surround the house, I even picked a couple myself because I’m basically Bear Grylls. That night we went to a pizza party. Let’s just say it wasn’t catered by Dominoes. They brought out an antipasti plate that could’ve been a meal in itself. But of course not. There were about 6 other kinds of pizza they made fresh right in front of us (keep in mind there were about 150 people at this pizza party). It was all amazing, even though some of it had meat on it so I had to skip. We left at around 1:00, after the kids had done some killer karaoke. Sunday was also pretty relaxed. That night Luigi and I got a ride back into Rome with Fabrizio’s sister because Francesca and Maria Oliva had tickets to a dance show. I got to see Franka one last time which killed me. Cutest Italian grandmother you could ever imagine. Fabrizio’s parents reminded me of my Russian grandparents, probably one of the many reasons I loved them so much. We watched a little Formula 1 (team Alonso obviously) and then headed back to the city. I’ve decided I’m going to get married in Amelia some day. Francesca can cater.

DAY THIRTY: Today was my last day with Vanessa  in Rome because she leaves for Sicily this evening with her family. We decided to spend our last day going to something Vanessa had found online: the secret keyhole. Sounds pretty sweet right? It was. According to the site, you’re technically looking through 3 countries, because at the end of the arch is St. Peter’s basilica. We wandered through the orange gardens on our way there, and happened to crash a wedding. Their flower arrangements were gorgeous, and there were pigeons. Which is everything I think a good Italian wedding should have. Finally we followed a Segway tour to where we assumed the keyhole would be, and it looked exactly like the picture, break taking. Unfortunately I suck and my pictures through the keyhole didn’t turn out very well, so I stole a picture from the Internet to put on here. After our success, Vanessa was starving (wouldn’t stop talking about pasta) so we decided to go to Tony’s. I got a vegetable pizza and Vanessa got her favorite: penne vodka. We also got mussels which were SO good, I just had to try not to look at them, because they look like aliens. The waiter was in love with Vanessa so he gave us a free tiramisu and coffees. Workin’ it. After that, we got pictures developed from earlier to give to Francesca for a present, and I walked with Vanessa over to AmBrit before going to pick up Luigi. Womp womp.  DAY THIRTY: Today was my last day with Vanessa  in Rome because she leaves for Sicily this evening with her family. We decided to spend our last day going to something Vanessa had found online: the secret keyhole. Sounds pretty sweet right? It was. According to the site, you’re technically looking through 3 countries, because at the end of the arch is St. Peter’s basilica. We wandered through the orange gardens on our way there, and happened to crash a wedding. Their flower arrangements were gorgeous, and there were pigeons. Which is everything I think a good Italian wedding should have. Finally we followed a Segway tour to where we assumed the keyhole would be, and it looked exactly like the picture, break taking. Unfortunately I suck and my pictures through the keyhole didn’t turn out very well, so I stole a picture from the Internet to put on here. After our success, Vanessa was starving (wouldn’t stop talking about pasta) so we decided to go to Tony’s. I got a vegetable pizza and Vanessa got her favorite: penne vodka. We also got mussels which were SO good, I just had to try not to look at them, because they look like aliens. The waiter was in love with Vanessa so he gave us a free tiramisu and coffees. Workin’ it. After that, we got pictures developed from earlier to give to Francesca for a present, and I walked with Vanessa over to AmBrit before going to pick up Luigi. Womp womp.  DAY THIRTY: Today was my last day with Vanessa  in Rome because she leaves for Sicily this evening with her family. We decided to spend our last day going to something Vanessa had found online: the secret keyhole. Sounds pretty sweet right? It was. According to the site, you’re technically looking through 3 countries, because at the end of the arch is St. Peter’s basilica. We wandered through the orange gardens on our way there, and happened to crash a wedding. Their flower arrangements were gorgeous, and there were pigeons. Which is everything I think a good Italian wedding should have. Finally we followed a Segway tour to where we assumed the keyhole would be, and it looked exactly like the picture, break taking. Unfortunately I suck and my pictures through the keyhole didn’t turn out very well, so I stole a picture from the Internet to put on here. After our success, Vanessa was starving (wouldn’t stop talking about pasta) so we decided to go to Tony’s. I got a vegetable pizza and Vanessa got her favorite: penne vodka. We also got mussels which were SO good, I just had to try not to look at them, because they look like aliens. The waiter was in love with Vanessa so he gave us a free tiramisu and coffees. Workin’ it. After that, we got pictures developed from earlier to give to Francesca for a present, and I walked with Vanessa over to AmBrit before going to pick up Luigi. Womp womp.  DAY THIRTY: Today was my last day with Vanessa  in Rome because she leaves for Sicily this evening with her family. We decided to spend our last day going to something Vanessa had found online: the secret keyhole. Sounds pretty sweet right? It was. According to the site, you’re technically looking through 3 countries, because at the end of the arch is St. Peter’s basilica. We wandered through the orange gardens on our way there, and happened to crash a wedding. Their flower arrangements were gorgeous, and there were pigeons. Which is everything I think a good Italian wedding should have. Finally we followed a Segway tour to where we assumed the keyhole would be, and it looked exactly like the picture, break taking. Unfortunately I suck and my pictures through the keyhole didn’t turn out very well, so I stole a picture from the Internet to put on here. After our success, Vanessa was starving (wouldn’t stop talking about pasta) so we decided to go to Tony’s. I got a vegetable pizza and Vanessa got her favorite: penne vodka. We also got mussels which were SO good, I just had to try not to look at them, because they look like aliens. The waiter was in love with Vanessa so he gave us a free tiramisu and coffees. Workin’ it. After that, we got pictures developed from earlier to give to Francesca for a present, and I walked with Vanessa over to AmBrit before going to pick up Luigi. Womp womp.  DAY THIRTY: Today was my last day with Vanessa  in Rome because she leaves for Sicily this evening with her family. We decided to spend our last day going to something Vanessa had found online: the secret keyhole. Sounds pretty sweet right? It was. According to the site, you’re technically looking through 3 countries, because at the end of the arch is St. Peter’s basilica. We wandered through the orange gardens on our way there, and happened to crash a wedding. Their flower arrangements were gorgeous, and there were pigeons. Which is everything I think a good Italian wedding should have. Finally we followed a Segway tour to where we assumed the keyhole would be, and it looked exactly like the picture, break taking. Unfortunately I suck and my pictures through the keyhole didn’t turn out very well, so I stole a picture from the Internet to put on here. After our success, Vanessa was starving (wouldn’t stop talking about pasta) so we decided to go to Tony’s. I got a vegetable pizza and Vanessa got her favorite: penne vodka. We also got mussels which were SO good, I just had to try not to look at them, because they look like aliens. The waiter was in love with Vanessa so he gave us a free tiramisu and coffees. Workin’ it. After that, we got pictures developed from earlier to give to Francesca for a present, and I walked with Vanessa over to AmBrit before going to pick up Luigi. Womp womp.  DAY THIRTY: Today was my last day with Vanessa  in Rome because she leaves for Sicily this evening with her family. We decided to spend our last day going to something Vanessa had found online: the secret keyhole. Sounds pretty sweet right? It was. According to the site, you’re technically looking through 3 countries, because at the end of the arch is St. Peter’s basilica. We wandered through the orange gardens on our way there, and happened to crash a wedding. Their flower arrangements were gorgeous, and there were pigeons. Which is everything I think a good Italian wedding should have. Finally we followed a Segway tour to where we assumed the keyhole would be, and it looked exactly like the picture, break taking. Unfortunately I suck and my pictures through the keyhole didn’t turn out very well, so I stole a picture from the Internet to put on here. After our success, Vanessa was starving (wouldn’t stop talking about pasta) so we decided to go to Tony’s. I got a vegetable pizza and Vanessa got her favorite: penne vodka. We also got mussels which were SO good, I just had to try not to look at them, because they look like aliens. The waiter was in love with Vanessa so he gave us a free tiramisu and coffees. Workin’ it. After that, we got pictures developed from earlier to give to Francesca for a present, and I walked with Vanessa over to AmBrit before going to pick up Luigi. Womp womp.  DAY THIRTY: Today was my last day with Vanessa  in Rome because she leaves for Sicily this evening with her family. We decided to spend our last day going to something Vanessa had found online: the secret keyhole. Sounds pretty sweet right? It was. According to the site, you’re technically looking through 3 countries, because at the end of the arch is St. Peter’s basilica. We wandered through the orange gardens on our way there, and happened to crash a wedding. Their flower arrangements were gorgeous, and there were pigeons. Which is everything I think a good Italian wedding should have. Finally we followed a Segway tour to where we assumed the keyhole would be, and it looked exactly like the picture, break taking. Unfortunately I suck and my pictures through the keyhole didn’t turn out very well, so I stole a picture from the Internet to put on here. After our success, Vanessa was starving (wouldn’t stop talking about pasta) so we decided to go to Tony’s. I got a vegetable pizza and Vanessa got her favorite: penne vodka. We also got mussels which were SO good, I just had to try not to look at them, because they look like aliens. The waiter was in love with Vanessa so he gave us a free tiramisu and coffees. Workin’ it. After that, we got pictures developed from earlier to give to Francesca for a present, and I walked with Vanessa over to AmBrit before going to pick up Luigi. Womp womp.  DAY THIRTY: Today was my last day with Vanessa  in Rome because she leaves for Sicily this evening with her family. We decided to spend our last day going to something Vanessa had found online: the secret keyhole. Sounds pretty sweet right? It was. According to the site, you’re technically looking through 3 countries, because at the end of the arch is St. Peter’s basilica. We wandered through the orange gardens on our way there, and happened to crash a wedding. Their flower arrangements were gorgeous, and there were pigeons. Which is everything I think a good Italian wedding should have. Finally we followed a Segway tour to where we assumed the keyhole would be, and it looked exactly like the picture, break taking. Unfortunately I suck and my pictures through the keyhole didn’t turn out very well, so I stole a picture from the Internet to put on here. After our success, Vanessa was starving (wouldn’t stop talking about pasta) so we decided to go to Tony’s. I got a vegetable pizza and Vanessa got her favorite: penne vodka. We also got mussels which were SO good, I just had to try not to look at them, because they look like aliens. The waiter was in love with Vanessa so he gave us a free tiramisu and coffees. Workin’ it. After that, we got pictures developed from earlier to give to Francesca for a present, and I walked with Vanessa over to AmBrit before going to pick up Luigi. Womp womp.  DAY THIRTY: Today was my last day with Vanessa  in Rome because she leaves for Sicily this evening with her family. We decided to spend our last day going to something Vanessa had found online: the secret keyhole. Sounds pretty sweet right? It was. According to the site, you’re technically looking through 3 countries, because at the end of the arch is St. Peter’s basilica. We wandered through the orange gardens on our way there, and happened to crash a wedding. Their flower arrangements were gorgeous, and there were pigeons. Which is everything I think a good Italian wedding should have. Finally we followed a Segway tour to where we assumed the keyhole would be, and it looked exactly like the picture, break taking. Unfortunately I suck and my pictures through the keyhole didn’t turn out very well, so I stole a picture from the Internet to put on here. After our success, Vanessa was starving (wouldn’t stop talking about pasta) so we decided to go to Tony’s. I got a vegetable pizza and Vanessa got her favorite: penne vodka. We also got mussels which were SO good, I just had to try not to look at them, because they look like aliens. The waiter was in love with Vanessa so he gave us a free tiramisu and coffees. Workin’ it. After that, we got pictures developed from earlier to give to Francesca for a present, and I walked with Vanessa over to AmBrit before going to pick up Luigi. Womp womp.  DAY THIRTY: Today was my last day with Vanessa  in Rome because she leaves for Sicily this evening with her family. We decided to spend our last day going to something Vanessa had found online: the secret keyhole. Sounds pretty sweet right? It was. According to the site, you’re technically looking through 3 countries, because at the end of the arch is St. Peter’s basilica. We wandered through the orange gardens on our way there, and happened to crash a wedding. Their flower arrangements were gorgeous, and there were pigeons. Which is everything I think a good Italian wedding should have. Finally we followed a Segway tour to where we assumed the keyhole would be, and it looked exactly like the picture, break taking. Unfortunately I suck and my pictures through the keyhole didn’t turn out very well, so I stole a picture from the Internet to put on here. After our success, Vanessa was starving (wouldn’t stop talking about pasta) so we decided to go to Tony’s. I got a vegetable pizza and Vanessa got her favorite: penne vodka. We also got mussels which were SO good, I just had to try not to look at them, because they look like aliens. The waiter was in love with Vanessa so he gave us a free tiramisu and coffees. Workin’ it. After that, we got pictures developed from earlier to give to Francesca for a present, and I walked with Vanessa over to AmBrit before going to pick up Luigi. Womp womp. 

DAY THIRTY: Today was my last day with Vanessa  in Rome because she leaves for Sicily this evening with her family. We decided to spend our last day going to something Vanessa had found online: the secret keyhole. Sounds pretty sweet right? It was. According to the site, you’re technically looking through 3 countries, because at the end of the arch is St. Peter’s basilica. We wandered through the orange gardens on our way there, and happened to crash a wedding. Their flower arrangements were gorgeous, and there were pigeons. Which is everything I think a good Italian wedding should have. Finally we followed a Segway tour to where we assumed the keyhole would be, and it looked exactly like the picture, break taking. Unfortunately I suck and my pictures through the keyhole didn’t turn out very well, so I stole a picture from the Internet to put on here. After our success, Vanessa was starving (wouldn’t stop talking about pasta) so we decided to go to Tony’s. I got a vegetable pizza and Vanessa got her favorite: penne vodka. We also got mussels which were SO good, I just had to try not to look at them, because they look like aliens. The waiter was in love with Vanessa so he gave us a free tiramisu and coffees. Workin’ it. After that, we got pictures developed from earlier to give to Francesca for a present, and I walked with Vanessa over to AmBrit before going to pick up Luigi. Womp womp.