i.t.a.l.y

yes, it has been a while since i blogged, phil. surry. no excuses.

italy (like a month ago), was in two words.  amaze balls. 

our trip went as follows: florence, greve in chianti (tuscany), rome, milan.  perfection.  the weather could have been a tad warmer and a tad less rainy on a few days (hence the decorative scarves i am wearing in.every.single.picture) but for the most part it was great.

walker lived in rome for a few months after getting his masters degree - you would have never known.  that giant kid has the worse sense of direction, EVER.  "oh, we are almost there!".... not even close, other side of the city, sometimes the wrong city all together...between you and me world wide web, his terrible sense of direction, lack of common sense with money, the fact he has been through/lost 5 iphones and one laptop in two years, and knowing he left his nikes and wallet on the bus in his backpack (as an adult) makes me frightened for our future children. to put it simply, if i die first, i already have notes for my mom.  yes, i said it. 
 
we ate, we walked, we tour guided on our own, we tour guided with head phones, we ate again, walked some more, learned about popes, saw new and old architecture, drank some chianti, wine tasted, ate, walked, ran alone (and then as a couple once wt looked at his face), rode some bikes, saw micheal kors, laughed at eddie, loved being with our good friends,  saw some really really old buildings next to some new ones and (walker) obsessed over them,  drove around tuscany in a benz, made friends with locals and some germans, took pictures, waited for walker to take more pictures, wondered why we were taking so many pictures,  went to the furniture fair, saw an old and dear friend out of the blue (EGAN), and then to top it all off!? we ate.  the most important thing?  walker gains weight in his face first..... true effing story.

duomo in florence

2 kilo florentine steak

done

sound it out.  almost.

weird.  walker forgot sunglasses.  wore my tory birch's that have a slight cat eye to them... true to walker fashion, he loved them. #ishegay?

sienna and one of my fave photos.

castle to ourselves.  santa would have no problem in that fireplace

villa bordoni in Tuscany. i die.

wine tasting

5,6,7,8 and 1.....

panzano

germans = shots

love him. we danced to the river by joni mitchel that night.

ear phones, umbrella, purse across chest = tourist.

buff

hotel photo shoot and room inspiration? cloth not wallpaper. think about it.

umm...

seriously out of the blue..  i ran into her arms when i saw her and she spun me around like in the movies..  love love love egan.

street art in milan.

do you want to punch us in the face after looking at all of these photos?  i want to punch myself.  what an incredible experience.  can't wait to go back!

i fell asleep on the plane ride over and walker started to read my book, which wouldn't be that bad, if the book wasn't called the hunger games.  and if he didn't say more than once he imagined gale to be better looking than peeta, therefor katniss should be with him... hmmm.

i talked with bob at merill lynch to see about buying a villa in tuscany.  if we moved some money around and win the lotto, we could do it.  you are all invited.  boom.

until next time friends.  xoxo.