Again I didn’t receive the prompt as I’m supposed to. WP says they are probably going to my spam folder, but they’re wrong. No spam here. Lies. All lies.
What is a road trip you would love to take?
Weird coincidence—I was just collecting some photos of the place my road trip would happen.
I’d hop on a plane to Italy and buy a car. Yes, buy, not rent, because I’d move there and never look back. And I’d take many different versions of my road trip while living there. But I’ll go big for now.
Starting in Milan, my path would go to Venice with stops along the way. I love to see the places most tourists pass by. But the tourist-y stuff isn’t always bad. After Venice, we’d head for Bologna on our way to Florence. (By this time, it’s “we,” not “I,” because I’ve met the Italian man of my dreams, and we’re running away together.)
While in Florence, we’d visit every beautiful place in the vicinity because this is where we would eventually buy a home. Of course, as our road trip progressed, we might change our minds and buy a home elsewhere (or in addition to).
We would go to Rome from there. Maybe we’d stop and walk around and get lost like I did in college. (What a great place to get lost.) But soon, we’d be back in our charming Italian car heading for Castellammare di Stabia, where my dad grew up. Here’s where our home-buying plans might change. But no need to concern ourselves with that now.
No pressure, no worries. Just a long leisurely drive farther south, maybe head to Sicily, or maybe not. Then back up on the other side of the country working our way back to Tuscany, where, as mentioned, we’d look for a home.
This looks charming. We’ll take it.
And that concludes my road trip. For now.
Alas, neither of these guys are Italian. Perhaps I can live with that.
p.s. — I’m a bit late with this one. I had to dismantle Christmas in my house today. It’s kind of depressing, but so was looking at the tree knowing Christmas is over. Even though I kind of hate Christmas. I make no sense.