Day 20. A picture of somewhere I'd love to travel.
The irony of wanting to travel to Italy (Rome and Florence for the most part) isn't lost on me. Because of my father's job, my sister and I were fortunate enough to live overseas and travel to countries in Asia and Europe. One of the countries my parents wanted to take us to when we were living in Germany was Italy.
I wanted to go. But I was fifteen. I had a lead role in a theatre company production that was opening when I would be in Rome. And did I mention one of the guys in the theatre company was smoking hot? [Drool] I chose to stay in Germany with Kelly, go to school, and keep my role in the play instead of traveling with my parents. In my defense, I was fifteen. And teenagers are, well, stupid.
Fast forward 15 years. I'm getting married to John, and we're trying to figure out where to go on our honeymoon. Once again I have a chance to go to Italy for a week, but John and I think about the awful heat in Italy during the late summer and decide instead on 2 weeks in Hawaii. Not that I think we made the wrong choice: Kauai and the Big Island were amazing. But I wonder if I shouldn't have tempted fate. How many people are fortunate enough to have not one, but two opportunities to travel to a place you'd love to see? Who knows if I will ever have a chance to get to Italy again?