Intermission

Okay, we missed a few days. So sue me.

The first thing you really want to do when you land in Italy, assuming jet lag hasn’t crushed your soul into dust, is grab a cappuccino and a pastry. That’s not what we did. Instead, we stood in line to report that all of our luggage was missing. This was surprising to me as Lindsay had actually packed enough supplies for 700 days and I would have thought somebody would have noticed that volume of equipment getting on the wrong plane. I was wrong. We still don’t know where their travels took them, but 80 hours after we landed in Florence our luggage finally made it’s way to our apartment door.

In the interim, we were determined to still get out and about as much as possible for some sightseeing. Which also meant fighting off the stench of our rapidly aging airplane clothes and acquiring the odd article here and there to tide us over till we either got our luggage back or were arrested for public indecenncy. Jules handled this with aplomb, not only because we found her a supremely chic Italian onesie to wear, but also because of the three of us, she can most easily pull off still being hyper cute while smelling like an armpit.

And now we’re off and running again. Fully clothed, fully caffeinated, with a full list of sights to see and snack upon.