Kyle and I headed to the Motherland these past two weeks to celebrate my birthday.

The last time I was in Italy, I was fifteen years old And I went with my entire extended family to visit our grandparents hometown of San Marino. It was like The Griswold's go to Rome. We got on the wrong trains, we got pick pocketed, and we stayed at a convent with nuns. As I write this, I realize I have much material for another screenplay...

This time, now older and wiser, we spent some time in Rome, Cinque Terre, the Amalfi Coast, and Pompei. We then took a cruise to France and Spain, because given my track record, I wasn't banking on my ass to get us there.

We've since made it back in one piece and with all of our belongings. (We are still a bit jet-lagged, so that outcome may change in the coming days. But for now - so far, so good.)

All in all, it was an amazing trip. I was a bottle of wine deep each day which in my book equates to the PUREST FORM OF JOY.