I'm in Florence! The churches are old and big and the men are young and cute. And there is an abundance of both! Need I say more.

Off to Rome this weekend. The pope had better lock the gates to Vatican City. I'm looking for one of the cute young priests. If he is wearing a robe we will find out if black patten leather shoes really do shine up!

Ciao!

OK, I'm testing out this blogger thing to see if this will work for me while I am in Italy. I know it doesn't have the lovely Century Gothic font that many of you are used to but we do what we can. So, for those of you who are loyal fans of my journal (all one of you) This is what my journal will look like for the next couple of weeks. I've been quite busy tying up loose ends. You know, the typical stuff. Finding someone to take care of my dear kitty Casper, paying my bills, getting a list of the things I'm going to take, finding somene to water the plants, etc., etc.

I finally told my dad this evening that I was going to Italy. I was very smart to wait until he was sober (small window of opportunity there!). He took it quite well. He gave me a minor grilling regarding the recent terrorist threat there but nothing I couldn't counter with a little simple logic. He asked me if I was scared of the terrorists over there. I told him I'm more scared of the terrorists over here along with the gangbangers right around the corner! Don't worry Dad. I will be fine. I will only hang out in obscure gay bars. I don't think terrorists will be hanging out there!