My Affair With Venezia

[singlepic id=19 w=320 h=240 float=right]There is something about flying business class that makes you feel like you’ve been accepted into an elite club. You can’t help but feel special when the flight attendants are tripping over one another to bring you the softest pillow and wipe your mouth for you after you scarf down your duck and pumpkin bisque appetizer. Now I know why celebrities get so full of themselves. After pretending like I thoroughly enjoyed my Greek salad, I got to dig into my much anticipated meal of Strozzapreti pasta with eggplant sauce and ricotta cheese. I felt bad for the people sitting in coach, eating their pretzel appetizers and ham and cheese sandwich entrees but the feeling of pity was drowned out by the savory taste of Belgian chocolate cheesecake.

Preparation For the Trip Of a Life Time

My 16th birthday was right around the corner and my parents had already told me what my glamorous surprise would be. We would be going to an Italian restaurant downtown to celebrate the fact that I was one year closer to having to understand taxes and overpaying for health insurance. Hooray! One week away from the big 1-6, my parents came into my room with frowns and their heads hanging low. “We couldn’t get reservations to the restaurant. I know you are disappointed so we got you the next best thing.” I expected them to say they got reservations to Olive Garden or Chick-Fil-A but instead, my dad pulled a pair of tickets from his pocket. From Atlanta to Venice.