YAY
Just realised I’m going to Italy tomorrow YAY.
Even if is Naples, scene of my worst holiday ever. But I shall get to test my awesome linguistic skillz, eat what is incontrovertibly the best pizza anywhere in the world (it would be, I guess) and have what is left of my nervous system shredded by Lavezzi and his impressive array of tattoos and Cavani and his lustrous hair. Although, if I am super lucky, Chelsea might not get hammered à la Arsenal a Milano (three languages in one sentence. God, I’m good.) and we might even nick a goal.
Also it’s going to be 5 degrees warmer there than here, and with distinctly less northwesterly wind, I’m willing to bet.
Nothing but positivity.
I reserve the right for this opinion to change dramatically at approximately 9:50pm (10:50pm local time) tomorrow night.
