At one point I will find having my wallet stolen in Florence three days before Christmas funny, but I am simply not at that point. Maybe when I have some form of plastic back in hand. Then I’ll blog Florence. Until then, thank you to my Aunt Mary Jo for wiring me money, Kari Bobo from First Bank for going above and beyond to get my cards back and to Andrew Hyde for helping me book a hostel so I would have somewhere to send the cards. And Jackie McKenna Sablich? Thanks for being my person. It’ll mean more to me than you’ll ever know.

You Know What I Also Left in Florence? My Wallet!