After I was home a week or so from Italy, my sister asked, “So, are you going to be one of those people who says, ‘Well, in Italy we did this…’ and ‘The Italians do it this way…’?” I laughed, and then I answered, “Yes, yes, I am going to be one of those people.” I was only half kidding.
Honestly, though, I know it can be really annoying to hear about “the best experience ever!” again and again, so I’m going to be cognizant of that in this space. And as fate would have it, I’m being forced to take a writing break for the next two weeks as I recover from elbow surgery, so not only will you not hear about Italy, you won’t hear from me at all.
I’d love to tell you I injured my elbow wingsuit flying, but the truth is, I tore a tendon pruning shrubs. It was vigorous pruning…but still. Pruning. This is 46.
As a result, I’ll have my left arm in a sling for two weeks, which will render typing virtually impossible (although one-handed typing might help me become a less verbose writer!).
Thanks for bearing with me as I take this forced hiatus. And let me know if you have any books to recommend – I’ll still be able to turn pages!
