I am in Italy. Josh served a mission here, and I don't know why he ever came home. Its a beautiful place. I have eaten lots of pasta and pizza and gelato. People really do say "capisce." It's ok to joke about the mafia, and its also NOT ok. Everyone is just a little happier and a tad bit better looking than we are. Maybe its because they take three hour naps every afternoon? Or go to dinner at 9 pm? Or love life a little more than we do? I'm trying to figure out their secret.
