Tomorrow I am off to Naples with friends for a little holiday getaway. I haven't been there since my momushka got married almost 15 years ago. What I remember is a fantastic boardwalk that goes through the marsh, pina coladas on the beach, waking up early to collect seashells and something about an alligator with a missing leg.
This trip shouldn't be much different. I'm dreading packing. But it should be simple... bikini, sundresses, sunblock, beach towel. But do I or don't I take my unread issues of W Magazine. It's the only magazine I keep for reference and I don't want to lose them (hey, my grandkids will thank me). If that is my biggest worry, than life is pretty damn good.
salt water covered kisses,