"No one needs a vacation more than the man who just returned from vacation"
Or something like that. I don't know where I heard this, but honestly, at this moment in time, there have never been truer words. My two and a half week stay in Italy was absolutely surreal. The type of experience that you look back on in disbelief barely a day later because you can't believe it actually happened.
I summarize: Food so delicious you wonder how you possibly ate anything else, frescoes from the 14th century casually occupying the same space as a modern clothing store, cats, sunflower farms that dot the countryside with bright yellow patches, and ridiculous amounts of coffee and wine. Oh, and of course, beautiful men.