I have something I really need to admit... I am absolutely addicted to spinach arancini. I actively hunt them down. Yes, arancini is everywhere; of course, it's Italy. BUT it’s almost always the meat kind. The spinach ones are a different shape and size... and you can usually spot a hint of green peeking through... so I really do have to seek them out. I've become a bit of a pro, though. My two loves I’ve had to limit myself to one a day… even though, in my heart of hearts,

So our final day in my beloved Florence arrived… and I was already sad to leave the city... but I had no idea it would turn out as rough as it did. Something strange happened to me on my final morning... I got "dizzy." Was it perhaps the cause of excessive amounts of wine window Aperol Spritzes? No. At least I don't think so. My dizzy was not your average “ stood up too fast ” or " overindulged " dizzy... but the full-on spinning room of doom dizzy. Ya. Not fun. During that