My oldest daughter is currently in Vicenza, Italy visiting her boyfriend. This will be her third trip in three years to Europe and I am both happy and positively covetous of her fortune.
I had the opportunity to go to Milan for a summer when I was nineteen years old, two years younger than my daughter's first trip. That was a pretty amazing opportunity for someone from a small town in Arizona and living in the ten percent tax bracket.
The opportunity wasn't for the fashion or culinary scene, but for the equestrian one. Which, in my opinion, was infinitely better.
Here is where this writer kicks herself. I turned it down. For a boyfriend, I think. For a boyfriend that I have long since forgotten. I will now go find a recipe made with Limoncello, or just drown my regrets with a digestif.
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