A few years ago, Italy called, and I picked up.
I have been inside Rome’s colosseum, I have quite literally frolicked in Tuscany with a glass of Chianti classico in my hand, and I’ve spent an afternoon floating in blue water and under golden sunlight in Cinque Terre. [Kristen Gruidl, if you’re reading this, wow, I miss you and I miss these moments, in that order.]
I have also sat in one of those skinny gondola boats while an Italian man in a bright red striped shirt sang us sweet nothings and steered us down the canals of Venice. How could I forget?
This June, Italy was calling again and we answered on the first ring. Her name was Amalfi. Here are a few memories of our beautiful weekend with her.
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