Less than a week to go. And it's beginning to sink in.
I watched the Gran Prix of Monaco this weekend, noticing the beautiful, twisting streets around centuries-old architecture, and it finally started becoming real.
In less than a week, our feet will be stepping on Mediterranean soil.
Our passports are in order, we have accomodations for the children and the dog, we have a new international calling plan for Crystal's cell phone, and all the deliveries have been stopped.
Now, we just have to find a way to keep ourselves amused during the five-hour layover in Atlanta before the 12-hour flight to Italy . . .
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What architecture? I couldn't get past dreaming of two-wheeling along those winding roads...
I've dreamt of renting a Ducati and exploring those roads, too.
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