Italia!

Rapid speaking! Gelato! Funny times! Gelato! Gnocci!!!!!! Gelato! Ancient things! More gelato!

Okay, so not completely. But I swear that the time in Italy was definitely one of my best holidays thus far of my short life. So good that I do believe a return to Italy is in order and for more than a holiday. Not sure when, but hopefully soon.

First of all, the Italian MC have to be some of the best hosts ever. Not only do theycook for us every night (including cafe & cheese! yes, that is definitely the quickest route to my heart), but they even vacated some of the comfiest beds ever. Especially when you consider they were beds for the MC. Ours are about a third the size.

Luckily for us, but unluckily for the delegates, the weather was lacking. It didn't clear up and become warm & beautiful until the last day of the conference. So Zuzka and I dared our way to the beach before heading off to Venice for some more of that divine drink that I cannot spell, so I'll have to edit that in later....

Our fearless conference manager.

I am more than glad to know that some people understand the necessity of striking a pose when the mood hits and the scenery is tops.

Waiting for Stacey to find us in Venice, the darling MC takes a breather.