ants in my pants...

…butterflies in my stomach.

As we approach the city, I think a little about everything that could go wrong on this trip, but mostly I can’t stop thinking about everything that could go RIGHT.

Already, I have some wonderful friends. And our directors are amazing, so supportive and so much fun.

Hopelessly optimistic and romantic, I can’t help imagining myself sitting at the foot of the Baptistry, staring up at the sun-drenched, crystalline Duomo, with gelato in one hand and in the other Invisible Cities, half-read—or maybe a flower from a tall, dark Italian stranger.

Yep, that’ll be my first day in Firenze. I can deal with that.