I was enjoying dinner with Max and Lily when I decided to tag along during their whirlwind spring Europe adventure. As the decision became a reality I suddenly became quiet. Wide eyed, I looked at them both and exclaimed, “but, Imagine the Gnocchi”. I’m not shy about my love for those little joyous dumplings and my realization only incited laughter from my future travel mates.
My 8ish days were spent in Austria and Italy. Despite my skis not leaving the continent with me, the trip went smoothly. They eventually arrived, and together with our four ski bags we made a hilarious caravan on the European trains. I explored beautiful new cities like Innsbruck and Bormio, and the jagged mountains surrounding them. However, the funny thing is I was never able to find my coveted gnocchi—oops. That’s traveling for you. You go into a trip with certain expectations and more often than not you find something better.
Plus, I think that means I need to go back to Italy.