No big secret. The end of my "dream vacation" was ASS.
Before the ASS hit, I did have some good stuff going on.
I was able to see a little bit of a new area of Italy and I although I will never see them again, I got to meet some really cool people.
I was able to get dressed up and experience my first and probably last military formal.
The time was spent mostly close to home and doing every day stuffs, but I was still able to see part of the country that was new to me. I put on my cold weather running gear and explored on my own as far as my legs wanted to take me and we did have a weekend of touristy stuff. I'm not in the mood to share pictures, this one still feels a little too angrybitterish.
And here is something that was unexpected. I saw a blogger while I was there. It's someone I use to read, but her blog kind of stopped and low and behold. Of course I didn't say anything. She isn't someone I ever really exchanged comments with but it was surprising.
It was beautiful. The weather was beautiful. Love love love this place.
I sat out here...
And golfed here....
|who knew my golfing partner wanted to be Tiger Woods...in every way.|
And drank with the cupacabra....
|yes, that whatchamacallit took my pina colada!|
Unfortunately the whole travel adventure will be tainted, but I can't let that take away the few good memories right?
Fu*cker. I don't really feel like it's ever inappropriate for me to get that out when the desire strikes.