Out of Germany, Into Italy

Well, at least I can say, "I'm still going to Europe!".
The Army (the indecisive mistress that she is) can not exactly decide where she wants us.
Silly Army.
That's okay, though. As of now, (fingers crossed) we are set to embark on a journey to Vicenza, Italy!


Beautiful...belle.

I must admit, when I was told that we were no longer moving to Germany, my sweet little Bamberg town, I was disappointed. I had imagined myself walking the streets of that 7 hill town and found myself smiling. But I can smile in Italy. I can smile while I drink wine, eat gelato, buy Italian clothes and shoes. Yeah, I think I'll do just fine in Italy. Besides, I've always wanted to learn Italian. Long before we were ever moving...the language called to me. I guess it was fate. :)

Until then..."continuare a scattare per quella luna". :)