So, I'm caught up on my laundry, my house-sitter is lined up (I just hope she doesn't drink all my limoncello) and now, there's nothing to do but second guess all of my plans and try not to over-pack.
As a distraction yesterday, I went bra shopping. I don't really enjoy this activity, so I put it off for as long as possible. But with weather forecasts for Emilia-Romagna currently averaging about 30C (roughly 90 F) I'm packing some white T-shirts and these call for a good, beige undergarment that's smooth (ie no seams or saccharine bows!)
A friend has been raving about her Spanx bra (as seen on Oprah , no less ) so I decided to check these out. At $95, this thing should not only be discrete and supportive, but hold my hand during sad movies and bring me chocolate! I guess that's asking too much of a mere undergarment. Especially this one, which appears to have been designed and manufactured by the Stasi for East German swim teams. Or maybe for use in a gulag somewhere. This is serious Soviet-issue stuff, the ugliest bra I have ever seen. However, if it does its job, it won't be apparent to anyone else.
There, that distracted me for about 5 minutes from my pre-travel jitters. As my mind glazes over, I'm just glad that everything else seems to be organized. (At least, until my house-sitter finds the garbage bag in the fridge, a full milk carton in the garbage and my passport sitting in the microwave.)
Next stop: Parma; then Bologna and the two towers (shown above.)