When I was 17, I was lucky enough to have gone to Italy on a family holiday. We visited Venice and Rome, and I have fond memories of huge slices of pizza, crazy drivers to rival the Vietnamese and waiting in line 3 hours to get inside the Vatican. I always wanted to go back, and so did Paul, who had been in Italy before Croatia. He’d visited Rome already too, and so we decided to make Florence the next stop. As mentioned in my […]