Here are a few quick thoughts from a recent trip to Italy. I’ll share more about the trip.

Bidets: say what? Even spell check doesn’t know what I’m talking about. Please give me a little more counter space and pull the extra toilet thingy I have to dance around in the dark to prevent cracking my shin on it. Or, link a YouTube video on your hotel site so I know how to use the darn thing. Well, maybe that’s not a good idea.

Next time I’m bringing my own hairdryer. I’ll take one less sweater to make room for an appliance that will actually dry my hair. And, my hair is thin and normally dries quickly.

 

Rick Steve knows what he is talking about. Absolutely everything in his guidebook and on his website was spot on: hotels, sites and local info.

Expect slow service. Italians never rush through a meal.

The house wine is great. I ordered the Casa Rosa and Casa Blanca on a tip from a friend and enjoyed every glass. And, sometimes it was cheaper that the water. A side note: we met a few college girls one night at dinner; they were having their last meal before heading back to the States after a semester in Florence. I asked what they were most anticipating about home. They all agreed they were really looking forward to not having to pay for water. Some things we take for granted.

It was totally worth it to spend an extra $100 per seat on the long flights for Delta Comfort+.

Washing clothes while in the shower is harder than a dinner companion made it sound.

More later. I am off to celebrate my birthday. How old am? Let me ask Honey and get back to you. After turning 21, my age never much mattered. After all, 30 is the new 30, 40 is the new 40, 50 is the new 50.