Well, it was a romantic idea, anyway. So - I don't know that I ever blogged about the fact I met a fantastic man in Italy last summer, and yes, I did kiss him. (I know! Please judge.) He is 30, speaks 4 languages, has a master's degree in economics, has lived in Italy, Boston, and Bejing. He owns his own tour guide business in Rome and he is very handsome (at least I think so). He has had a lot of contact with Mormons, but is himself a cultural-Catholic.
Anyway, we met last summer in Rome and went out to dinner and then walked around a romantic park that overlooks all of Rome; the Vatican on one side and the Colleseum on the other. We had an instant connection and he was the perfect gentleman. Anyway -I won't labor you with details, or spin myself into fantastic memories, but he invited me to come back to Rome--he has a friend who ownes a hotel and I could stay for free....romanitic huh? This was after he found out I was going to Paris and he wanted to meet me in Paris, tried to work it out but couldn't because of high tourist traffic during that time. Anyway - I know, huh? Who has that happen? A handsome man I met a year ago in Rome has never forgotten me and wanted to meet me in Paris and then invites me to Rome!
Sadly it won't work out for me to ever see him again, and he is not LDS anyway, and ect.,ect., but wow, what a romantic idea!
Rome will forever be the most romantic city in the world for me, and I guess if I die single, at least I had one good, chick-flick romance, right?