My parents are currently in Rome, where they are renting an apartment. They have been there since the beginning of March and are staying until the end of May, and because it is what you absolutely must do when family is taking an extended vacation abroad, we are going to see them in a couple weeks. Needless to say, we can’t wait.

I don’t know how I’ve resisted posting the emails my father has been sending me since they’ve been there, because, to put it simply, they’re worth posting. He’s managing to utilize his Blackberry just as frequently over there as he does on home turf, philosophizing from piazzas, bars and, of course, his bed.

I got an email from him this morning - the subject line was the entire message and it read “We are in Prenatal with cribs and high chairs.” I thought about how strange it sounded to have my father tell me he was “in Prenatal” and am just hoping very much that Prenatal was some kind of Italian baby furniture-renting depot.