By the Way...

Did I mention that one of the guys who gave me his phone number that crazy day in Rome also asked for mine? We were on the same flight to Rome. He sat behind me. His name is Giovanni (of course it is). He's actually American. Raised in SACRAMENTO. Now living in Texas. (Helloooo random!? Gotta love it!). He was flying to Rome that day with his business partner - they were going out to their Art Gallery in Assisi. Seriously.

Anyway, like I said, he got my phone number after giving me his card (actually made me dig through my bag to get it...) and when I got home from my trip I had both an email and a voicemail from him. Apparently he's going to be flying out to Sacramento tomorrow...

He was cute. And nice. And funny. And I know nothing else about him! But how much do I LOVE the idea of a guy with an Art Gallery in Italy? Take a wild flipping guess.

I'm well aware how ridiculous my life sounds right now. This is crazy.