The Trip
After throwing around a bunch of different ideas, the destination for our trip was decided by a little thing called Fate. When you're invited to Italy to harvest olives for some delicious olive oil, you don't ask questions, you go. If it so happens that the olives are growing just 90 miles away from Rome where your friend studied abroad, you tack on a few days to eat at her favorite spots. The point of the story is that come October, I plan on spending a few days in Rome eating as much gelato and pasta as is humanly possible and then a few weeks climbing ladders and carrying baskets of olives to work it off. Thanks in advance for helping me get there and feeding me delicious food!!!...and wine of course. =)
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