France vs. Italy

Bryan and I have been having the serious "okay fine let's go to Europe this year" talk if:  I put together a fake itinerary to give him an idea of costs AND clean out the attic by...this weekend.  The man loves ultimatums and well, I work well under pressure.

Now the question is...Switzerland and France, or Switzerland and Italy?  We have to go to Switzerland because important people live there.

I really really wanted to do Italy, but time and money keeps us from getting as far south as I'd like.  So I told myself, do Paris this time.  Just the two of us. 
It would look a little like this...

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Kissing in a private place because Bryan hates PDAs

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See...he'd totally know people were watching us and thinking we're in love.  The horror!

I might need this photo framed because it's me totally in the moment, and him watching his back.

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And we'd eat Nutella crepes...or I would.

But I would find the stinkiest blue cheese for him because I just found out that's his weakness...

After 9 years I just found that out.

And then, in 6ish years...when there are kids (adopted, borrowed, or via c-section). 

We'll go to Southern Italy and hang out at the beaches and go wine tasting...

What?  Kids like wine tasting...they'll be too busy playing with the barn cat

 

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I'll get a fedora for the occasion

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And my babes will be bronzed and playing in the sand.

ya ya, I know I'll be a hypocondriac and put them in swim shirts,

immediately targeting us as Americans.

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But seriously my kids will probably be like this anyway.

Forget the barn cats.

 

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We'd eat lots of gelato...and they'd get pissed because I ate most of theirs

Or I could just show Bryan this article about Newfoundland lifeguards in Ostia, Italy

and we'd be on a plane next week.

 

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It all makes sense in my head.