It was about a month after I'd gotten back from Oz. The snow was deep and in its cycle of falling, icing over, melting a little and then freezing again. It is the hard end of winter in England and I'd just left sunny Australia and all my friends and family behind me. It was then that I declared to Russ that if I didnt get to go to Italy again this year I might die. It was a calm and rational response to weather related chaos. Russ decided that he could not live with my death on his hands and so joined me in planning a trip.
