The mission was clear: go eat some Italian food. In Italy.
And I wonder: why can’t road trips in the US be as visually stimulating as they are along the Mediterranean coast? Spontaneously set out from Nice on a bright and sunny afternoon to spend the evening in San Remo, about an hours drive east. Spent a few hours wandering the streets, headed to the beach to catch the sunset, and rounded out the night with some fabulous Italian lasagna.
I’m a true Minnesota girl. Throw a palm tree my way and I swoon.
It’s Europe. I get that you’re supposed to abide by the black funereal style that the culture dictates… but the true Kimberly was being suffocated and I couldn’t resist the brights. (Fist pump.)
Young, happy, and free.
Hello, Miss Mediterranean.
Pleased to meet you.
KH
PS: Let’s not take life too seriously, eh? 
