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Italians do everything differently and it takes some getting used to. They take long breaks in the afternoon, close their doors on Monday, and love to ask for kisses as payment.

(Well, wouldn’t that be nice?)

(An homage to Parisian lock bridges, this tiny tribute was found in Venice)

(Ahh, nail polish! Not everything is different in Italy)

(Gelato on every corner. Can Italians really eat that much gelato? Maybe!)

(Salted foods are sold in all of the farmers markets. This woman is buying a large piece of fish)

(There were Carnivale stores on every corner. A few had the most impressive handmade masks)

(Roses were in full bloom, so beautiful)

Italians were funny too, a lot of the people I met had me in stitches. But that’s something I can’t photograph.

Anyone who knows Brittany and me will tell you we both love to eat. That didn’t change one bit in Italy, in fact I think our love of eating heightened to dangerous levels. Once we were done with a meal, we were discussing what we would eat next. After looking through my photos I was alarmed by how many pictures of food I took, but not alarmed enough to not share them with you! Take a look as we ate our way through Italy.

(I tried every flavor, I guarantee it!)