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PROLOGUE



We go from JFK to Madrid to Rome and before we know it we are drinking wine and Cappuccino at The Spanish Steps, wine near Trevi Fountain, and more wine near The Spanish Steps. Next day we see the Coliseum, Ruins, and a lot more history I never thought I’d see in my life. Eat eggs at the hotel, look up in the Sistine, nod to the Pope, eat pasta, and drink incredible amounts of wine before hopping a train to Florence and entering the Duomo, seeing a David replica, and then seeing the actual David. We have gelato, pasta, and wine. Not just once, and not in that order. Car picks us up and we drink Chianti and cruise through medieval castles and villages. More Cappuccino. More Chianti. Take a train to Pisa, take a photo and eat Pizza in Pisa. Why Not? Back in Florence for a minute then hop a train to Venice to check out the canals, streets, and San Marco pigeons. Prosecco, pizza, and gondola rides. Not just once, and not in that order. If you would had told me that some day I would see all of this and that it would be done in a week I would tell you to go check yourself into a mental institution. This is my story.