Lately (if by lately, you mean "for the last several months"), T and I have been discussing a possible a trip to Italy. In theory, we try to take an international trip every other year, but it hasn't worked out that way, largely because we were planning to go on a family trip to China last year, which then fell through. So we turned our sights back toward Europe. I've wanted to go to Italy for very many years. I still remember sitting in class with JR, first in Form of the City, but also in pretty much every architecture class we took together, looking at slides of temples and palaces and piazzas and nudging each other: "Let's go there. And there. And there, and there." Thanks to my trips to Paris, Barcelona, and Japan, I've now been to some of those places. But so many of those pictures were taken in Italy. And of those, many of the most compelling were in Rome. So Rome has been at the top of my "places to go before I die" list for a long, long time.
Today, we booked a hotel and a flight. Leaving at the end of April, going for a week. Right now we're only planning on Rome, although a day trip to Pompeii or somewhere else within a do-able bus ride could be in the cards. We have a little time to plan.
After all this time talking about it, thinking about it, dreaming about it, now it looks like it's really going to happen. I don't quite believe it yet, though. Probably I won't actually believe it until I'm sitting on the plane.