You know what really softens the blow of turning another year older and creeping increasingly closer (and faster) to 30? Doing it in another country. Please ignore that some of that day was actually spent in airports, thanks to the airline industry being what it is. That's a lot of negativity, though, so let's focus on the before. The timing was coincidental given that the trip was also a bit spur of the moment, but just wait until you guys see some of the fun new stuff that's going to be littering the walls of Anteaques, specifically the hat wall. I'm really digging hats lately. Let's not discuss why.
But, I digress. I've been to Italy before, but this was a particularly good trip. 10/10, would recommend. Please see the following as evidence of how enjoyable it was:
Look at all that wine. (As a note, sent that picture to my mother and she was more concerned with whether or not they have barbers in Italy than all of the wine. Mom needs to get her priorities set.) This picture should also give a hint as to what many of you are getting as souvenirs.
Anyway, there's my essay on what I did for my summer vacation. I would be sadder about being home and no longer vacationing, but I also have evidence as to why I can't be.