Ok, no one would read a book titled Sleep, Read, Carpool.
A great escape could use a great trip. Get this: On my last day of work, my nephew Kevin and his beautiful wife invited me to have a toast to my new chapter as I start this sabbatical or retirement or Year of Living Selfishly. I found them at an outdoor market sipping wine with my brother and his wife, planning a trip to Italy this summer to stay at a villa in Umbria. There’s a room for you and Scott. Want to come?
Kevin is a really cool guy. I taught him how to drive stick shift when he was 15, back when cars were stupid and couldn’t park themselves. Now he’s all grown up, married. They have three kids. Kevin and Missy are two of the most wonderful people I know. Idealistic. Kind. Fun. They said the only rule for the trip is we must to say “yes, and…” to every adventure, like the rules of improv.
He showed me a video of the house with the voice of Andrea Bocelli playing in the background. Oh, and the trip starts in Rome with a private tour of the Sistine Chapel.
I have until today to decide and here’s the conversation in my head:
Do we have the money? Good Lord, I just quit my job.
Can I bring myself to leave the kids behind?
Ok, one kid will be away at camp.
What if we die in a plane crash?
I can expand my soul right here, going to Outback for dinner.
What are you nuts?
Kevin, YES, and…let’s learn Italian.