Bongiorno!

I’m officially in the land of pasta, and before I talk about anything else, I must say, HOW THE HECK DO THEY DO IT?

Bread, pasta, pizza, and then more pasta. I don’t know if I’ve eaten a single vegetable since I landed in Florence. I’ve had carbs and every meal, and I haven’t seen a single bit of cellulite on anyone. Yes, they walk, but I think I’ll have to walk back to America if I wanted to get enough of a workout.

But, as I was running on thousand year old cobble stones at 7:30am this and staring up in aw, (sorry in advance to all the FIATs I’ll cut off the next few months) at the Duomo this morning, I’ll take the few extra pounds and see you all in four months.

So how’s Florence, you ask? I’m sweating profusely, very jet lagged, full of carbs, but if a pizza a day keeps the cellulite away, I think I’ll stay a while.