Oh, the nail-biting suspense of a trip that is only hours away. I'm eating breakfast, then will board a shuttle, then go through security, then find my gate, then get on a plane and hope to sleep or watch a few movies... just trying to contain my EXCITEMENT about going to Italy again.
Sure, I've been making light of this trip, which literally knocked on my door and invited itself in.
"You can stay in Cortona in a friend's villa," Opportunity said, settling onto my couch and sitting back, gazing carelessly at its nails. "I'll bet you've got airline miles you could use..." and here Opportunity stopped and looked up at me, smiling sheepishly, "...an upshot of your (ahem!) advanced age."
I was about to feel insulted and show Opportunity the finger, then the door, when it presented the prize: two weeks in Italy. My favorite city (Florence) and the one I've been wanting to see again (Rome). It's been five years since my last Italian journey and every time I return I feel like I'm home. I love Italy and I've been saying that I want to go for my 40th birthday for years... not realizing the power that an idea has once you've set it free, that sometimes these magical words can search for a way to make dreams real while you're going about the business of the "real world."
Seeing my shock and the wheels turning above my head like a halo, Opportunity snorted. "Not so concerned about being 39 anymore, eh?"
"I suppose I could work it out... No, no, I can't..." I stammered. "The kids, Raf... Who'll walk the dog?"
Opportunity shrugged, waited.
"...My cat's a nightmare, the laundry piles up, Emme's got so many 5th grade activities... It'll be February for chrissakes, freezing and rainy..."
"You done?" Opportunity asked.
"The offer stands," it said, suddenly standing up, putting its coat and hat back on. Winking, it said, "Consider it."
But by the time Opportunity reached the handle of my front door, I'd already shouted, "I'll take it!"
And here we go... Two hours til flight time...