Tomorrow is my birthday, the Pope will be in Torino on Sunday, and we'll be flying home a week from now!  I would love to go see the Pope as I think he's just swell, but GP and I are scaling some damn mountain where there is a glacier and it's frickin' 30 degrees.  I only agreed because he said I always want to go to the sea and never the mountains, poor him.  Don't get me wrong.  I love the mountains.  But I have no desire to freeze my tush off.  As for my birthday which I'm trying my best to ignore, I am doing nothing spectacular.  I have to clean and shop and pack for the trip home.  Yeah!  It has been a long year.  I'm tired of Italy and school and all the drama that comes with both.  A couple more dinners, a few more bottles of wine and I'll wrap up the 3rd year of my Italian adventure.  xxoo me