Tomorrow afternoon I depart for my week overseas (still v. thrilling to type those words) in Florence. Exciting! Today, not so much exciting...more just stressful with many details to tie up before leaving the country.
I came with a hare-brained scheme to either not sleep tonight or wake up around 3-4 a.m. so that at exactly 6 p.m. tomorrow, my body will think it's time to sleep and I will blissfully pass the six hours to Rome in a peaceful slumber. On my last trip to the Europe (with The Polish Princess in '01,) I did not sleep one minute of the flight over the pond. I felt like hell, and wanted to kill everyone patron taking a personal audio tour in the Rijksmuseum that day during our layover in Amsterdam.
If my original plan does not come to fruition, I am not above calling on Vic to knock me out.
I hope to post a few things tonight before I leave, to publish while I am away. But I may run out of time. So check back over the next week...but if nothing appears here, then you know I'm wholeheartedly taking P. Natty's advice to "Eat some great food and smooch on an Italian boy"...and practicing European reckless abandonment by possibly smoking and riding on a scooter!
(*un giorno = "one day" in Italian)