the movers came today

The movers came today.

They packed a lot of our stuff and locked it into crates bound for the US.

But they did not take our beds.

Not yet.

They gave us one more night in our Italian villa.

One more night watching the sun set over the Med.

Tomorrow, they will come again. They will take our beds. We will be forced to stay with some good friends.

The next day, we will completely check out of our villa and into a hotel.

Our hotel will be located in the heart of Napoli.

We will stay there a few nights while we iron out some final Navy paperwork and whatnot.

From our hotel in the heart of Napoli, we will say goodbye to Italy.

Sometime next week, we will board an airplane bound for the US.

That is the plan, anyway.

That is the plan.

But, if you know me at all, you know I'm not inclined to plan.

So, don't be surprised if I'm not on that plane with my family bound for the US.

Don't be surprised if I've chained myself to the top of Ischia protesting all the rules against me staying in this country forever and ever.

And ever.