Dropping In On the New Pope

Wow. This blogging mess is stressful. I've been doing it for one whole week and already I need a break. So this evolving literary touchstone known as Is It About Pie? is going on hiatus for a couple of weeks. The reason: It is time for a vacation.
So in a mere eleven hours I'll be jetting off to that pasta and wine wonderland known as Italy. Its okay, you can be jealous. I'm a little jealous myself. Actually, its more like I'm giggly with excitement. Really annoying, chirpy giggles, so its good you can't hear them. But I digress. It has been seven years since I've been able to make a trip over there and I can not wait. Here's a brief itinerary: Sunday through Tuesday in Rome, Wednesday through Sunday in Florence (my favorite), Monday and Tuesday sitting on the beach in Cinque Terre (possibly the most beautiful spot on the planet), and then the rest of that week in the lake country of northern Italy near the Alps.
A detailed report will follow once I arrive back on American soil. But now it is late, and I really should pack. Ciao!