milan. milano. italy. italiano.
i love you. you're divine. whenever I hear about you or reminisce about you, my eyes glaze over like a love drunk fool.
my husband makes fun of me because we have to see other places in Europe ... but all my heart wants is Italy ... I keep telling him - we could just go down for a few days to Cinque Terre or Portofino or Florence. I mean, we will literally be four hours to the italian border. positively crazy-ness not to, right? But he is wise and tells me I need to be open to the other places we're heading this next year. I say - OK. fine. but we are going back to Italy next year, right?!! Hoping I feel that same way about Greece, Sweden, Scotland, and Croatia. But perhaps this little heart of mine couldn't handle that much longing.
What is it about gelato, italian tomatoes, and the gorgeous milanese women?
straight out of heaven i tell ya.