Hey! I'm in Venice, Italy

You all know the Besties, A and K, right?

{Bestie K at Les Baux de Provence}

We have a little annual tradition of traveling together to a European city. I've tried to get them to meet me stateside in NYC but they'll have none of it.

{Bestie A in Paris}

Me in Europe equals an excuse for European travel. And they come all this way for little old me! Nothing to do with beautiful Italian cities, I'm sure.

We were on a bit of a hiatus last year due to health (A's) and fiduciary (mine) issues but this year we're back on track and we're off to one of my dream locations to visit; Venice, Italy.

I admit that I always figured I'd see this romantic city of watercolor and canals with P-Daddy, holding hands and getting lost strolling through the cobbled streets, him reciting poetry to me while I lazily drew my fingers threw canal waters from my perch in a gondola. Hmmmm. That's not happening.

Instead, I get to hang out with two of my favorite people in the world, holding hands and getting lost while strolling through the cobbled streets and laugh, laugh, laughing until I can't stand it anymore. Or until the hotel clerk calls and asks us to keep it down.
This has happened and we're not proud of it.

{me and K in Florence}

Add Venice to the list of beautiful places visited by me and the Besties and it looks not too shabby; Western Ireland, London, Barcelona, Rome, Florence, Provence and Paris; you remember that one don't you?

{we three in Pisa}

We've done pretty well for ourselves over the past seven years.

I will be gone over the weekend so who knows what will happen around here.
It's party time when I'm gone. Think bike riding, tennis playing, late nights, junk food and eating in the living room while watching the Phineas and Ferb movie. All to an embarrassing soundtrack of what P-Daddy likes to call 'Summer Rock'.

I could be annoyed that there's always a party in the making when I'm off, but:

a) I'm having my own party

and
b) P-Daddy says he has to play it up real big when I'm gone so they're not all burdened by an overwhelming sadness and longing for me. Buying? Sold.

I'll take lots and lots of photos and have some delicious meals.
If you'd like to follow along with me you can. Just go to my Instagram page @aidanlarson to see what we're doing. I'll be posting here too.

But I promise to tell you all about it when I get home. Sound good?

See you next week.