Italy

So, I am going on a trip to Italy with the school's art and latin club next Spring break and I am very happy. Notice how I used the bland words "very happy" instead of utterly bouncing off the walls or something of the sort. It's not as though I don't want to go, clearly, it's just so overwhelming. It's like the first taste of ice cream or some amazingly delicious other food that you just want to keep eating for the rest of your life. Coming back will be the most painful withdrawl; 20x more than ice cream. So, basically I would fall in love with a city and then have to come back to Baltimore, which is barely citified compared to Rome.