whinebrag

I leave for Italy at 11:10 AM tomorrow and after three plane legs, a train ride, and lots of waiting in between, I will arrive in Parma at 2:07 PM on Thursday. That’s 20 hours start to finish. Yikes.

And then I’m going to eat all of the things. 

Is a whinebrag a thing? Like, you know, a thing?

Because I’m thrilled to go to Italy again, and I’ve never been to Parma, but for fuck’s sake I hate airports and airplanes and layovers. I’m there for two and a half days, and then I’m on my way back to the States.

The prosciutto better be amazeballs.