When In Rome...

Well, Florence, really. But I think this title is appropriate enough.

On Saturday, I will fly into Pisa, Italy. I will take a forty five minute taxi/bus/car service to Florence, where I will spend the next three weeks learning the Italian language. I haven't really felt excited until now, when it's only a few days away. I guess it just hadn't sunk in. But now, oh man, I am excited beyond words.

What I most look forward to is walking through the streets and passing by incredible architecture and local dives that serve Napolitan pizza and Peronis. I've always imagined that Italy and I will click really well. Italy's probably my future husband.

If any of my loyal readers (Hi, Becky!) would like to follow my Italian journey, stay tuned for the multi-segment saga I have tentatively named Sarah Does Florence (see what I did there?).