It's all set! We are going to Italy. I can hardly believe it. I did so want to see Paris, but have made a promise to myself I will be back in Europe in a few years, and nothing will stop me from visiting France then. And anyway, hubby now has his sights set on the Excavations tour beneath the streets of Rome, among other things while I am desperate to see Michaelangelo's ceiling in the Cistine chapel. Then another bubble bursts. After having talked us into changing our plans, hubby's brother decides to pull out. First he asked us to go to Spain with them, then changed that to Rome, now he had booked a cruise with some friends instead. Grrr...