Who takes a carry-on to cobblestone-street-filled Italy? Trying to keep a smile on my face whilst dragging this contraption around. No one. No one in the entire world. Oh... hold on. .. Me. I do. Silly, ridiculous, " not-thinking " me. Of all the places I could've chosen NOT to bring a backpack, I chose Europe … and instead, opted for this roly-poly-ollie, carry-on. Big mistake. BIG . Huge. The only time I will ever succumb to rolling luggage again is if I have some kind of w

Catania. I'm unsure how to say it. Seriously. Do I put the emphasis on the “t”?? Or on the “nia”? I’ve been desperately trying to listen to how people pronounce it, but it seems to vary from person to person. Hmmm... Anyway… the flight from Geneva was relatively drama-free. No significant incidents... except that my phone was dying... but that ALWAYS happens. No big news story there. The flight was far from full... and because of it, I managed to snag myself a window seat.