ciao bella

today i wish to go back to italia.  i wish to gain 11 pounds eating endless plates of pasta, pizza, and gnocchi. i wish to throw a coin in the Trevi fountain and for an italian pop star to sweep me off my feet, while we sing 'this is what dreams are made of' in a colosseum concert. i wish to look at all the art and look at pieces for hours, because i clearly didn't appreciate it enough the first time i went.  but most of all, i wish to eat chocolate and raspberry gelato three times a day and listen to the beautiful italian while i shop like nobody's business.