Oh, that's cool. I went to Italy.
My best friend J, who's a year junior to me, is currently out on cola and studying Italian in a little city called Reggio Emilia. I flew, first class, into Milan and took the train down to meet her Friday. We went down to Bologna Saturday, and it snowed ferociously Sunday morning. I was back in Milan late Sunday night and home by Monday afternoon. A whirl wind adventure, well worth the 17 hours of flying, 4 hours of train rides, and a night in a noisy hostel (not noise from within, but loud NYC style streets).