Last Train to Lisbon

Tomorrow afternoon Jac, Emma and I catch a flight from Fiumicino to Lisbon to spend four lovely days as guests of the Italian embassy there, as Emma's father is the Italian ambassador to Portugal.

Monday there will be a big party for the embassy to celebrate Italian liberation day.
I'm not even sure what Italian liberation day is all about -- but I do know that it means that Jac & I get to dress up all fancy. And that's all that matters.

This past month has been a real dream, between finding our apartment -- Jac's surprise birthday (went very well, he liked his gifts) -- this trip to Lisbon ... normally i'd be worried about something awful happening to balance out all the great stuff. Unfortunately that came yesterday, in the form of a trip to the doctor and the forboding shadow of a simple outpatient surgery in a few months. Keep in mind i've never so much as had a stitch. Much less been in a hospital for any length of time.

So thats the bad news. But I have a whole beautiful summer before I have to think about it, and there is a slight chance (very slight from what I understand) that it won't have to happen at all.

Fingers crossed.

For now let me just think about beautiful Lisbon. Post soon to come.