I am sure that with time, my life will be as glamorous as we Americans imagine Italy to be. As of now, however, all I have to show for myself is choppy conversational Italian and 78 pounds of "absolute necessities". After two late nights, three bags, and several meltdowns on the living room floor, I have completed my packing and am (gasp) almost ready to go. I will soon depart from JFK via Aer Lingus, hopping across the pond to Dublin for a cuppa (or a pinta since we're talking Ireland), and then continuing on to Rome.
Stay tuned. Ciao!