humor me

I am about to do a lil bit o' complainin'..

deal with it!

This cold is not going away! 

I have been sneezing like crazy today

I keep getting the feeling like I have to sneeze in my left nostril and then it just goes away and causes my left eye to tear up and it has been going on all day and it causes me to look like I am constantly about to cry!

I officially hate this cold for the various reasons:

1) It sucks

2) It has overstayed it's welcome

3) It caused me to miss my good friend Giuditta's birthday dinner!

4) Instead of getting better in the last few days, it has gotten worse

5) I just don't like it!

My right ring finger, the one I broke a capillary on hurts.  

It has been hurting all week and I don't know why!

It is possible for a 25 year old to suffer from arthritis or rheumatism?

(Image found here)

I was slicing some onion for dinner on a mandoline and I sliced way into my finger.

OWWWW

Onion stings, guys!

Once I managed to get the bleeding under control (15 minutes later), I put a bandage on it and am trying to dull the throbbing with some red wine.

I don't know if it is working, but I am definitely halfway to being drunk

BTW, when I googled 'mandoline' to look for an image I found A LOT of images of people who had sliced their fingers with these guys. 

Like, as in, they had done some SERIOUS damage.

It's good to know I am not the only idiot out there who thinks to themselves, "I don't need the protective cover, I won't hurt myself."

Word to the wise, it comes with a hand protector thing for a reason, USE IT! 

They're really sharp and dangerous, as I found out today!

Oh, and before I forget, one last thing..I have a cut on my tongue....not fun!

I am hating the winter at this moment!

I never minded the winter back when I lived in L.A. 

I never really minded it all that much when I lived in Nor. Cal, either. 

Sure it was a bit colder than the winters I was used to down south, but it was tolerable and it allowed me to live out my obsession with scarves and hats :)

AND THEN I MOVED...

Now, some of you might be asking yourself (because I know you all really care about my life), where in the world did she move to that warrants this hatred for winter? Alaska? Siberia? 

ITALY

I moved to the land of eternal sunshine, la bella vita...

...and cold, snowy winters!

When I tell people it snows out here the reaction I often get is, "You are so lucky, I would love to live where it snows."

REALLY?!?!?

I used to be one of those people, so I get it. I love the snow... I think it is beautiful and I see the romanticism in it, especially since I come from the land where, at Christmas, visions of palm trees dance in our heads. 

So, imagine my shock when I moved to an alpine town in Northern Italy and was smacked with the reality of what living in snow really means.

It means: really freaking cold temperatures, dealing with slush when it starts to melt, having to deal with ice on the floor when all that slush re-freezes at night or next time it snows. It means doubling the amount of time it takes you to walk from point A to point B. It means praying to God that you don't slip and a)make a fool of yourself and b) break something (this really does happen! My roommate broke her ankle this way 2 years ago and I know of many more injuries friends have gotten due to snow). It means having to put on 15 million layers to go to the corner store to buy eggs when you realize you forgot them and they are a main ingredient in the meal you are preparing. Basically, it's just a pain in the ass!

Snow is great the first two or three days, you can run around in it, play, make snow angels, have snow ball fights.

Snow is fun if you like to ski or snowboard. 

I have said it for years, "Snow is great to look at from the inside of your nice warm living room, but it's horrible to have to function in."

Anyway, this post seems to have turned more into reasons why I don't like snow and not so much about winter, so let me get to the point I had planned on making when I sat down to write:

I have a love/hate relationship with winter!

I LOVE the ambiance, Christmas, my birthday, everyone just seems to be cheery!

I HATE the fact that I get so sick during the winter. 

That's not to say that I don't get sick during other periods of the year, but usually during the months of November (usually only the last half), December and January I know it will be a stream of colds, and at some point a full week of fever and what I feel is imminent death. 

Sure, I used to get sick in California, I will never forget the year I got strep on Christmas, but I never used to get this sick this often, until I moved to Italy! 

I am currently sitting here a coughing, sneezing, runny nosed, watery eyed mess and I blame you, Italian winter!

*I'm just realizing that most of my plans in the foreseeable future deal with snowy, harsh winters. Crap!

Random Ramblings

* The above picture is what's for lunch today!!! 

My roommate E and I made them.... or rather, she made them while I wrote down the instructions so I could try to make them on my own someday!

*We decided to have a white wine spritzer while cooking... and I am a bit tipsy!

Not good considering I have to be at work (where I deal with children, or rather one child) in about an hour....

opps!

*I went to the gym today and when I came home there was Bob Marley blasting out from my roommates room.

*It is snowing a lot outside and while I did not want to go to the gym, I forced myself to get my booty out of bed and go. 

Not so much for the fitness aspect but because if I didn't I know I would be a hyena all day today 

(read: snappy at everyone!)

*It is officially December!

Time flies!

* A big 

Happy Hannukah

to all my readers, all 5 of you (I know, i sure must think a lot of myself), but one in particular (you know who you are!)

in honor of the festival of lights that begins today at sunset:

Random Ramblings

(found here)

*This picture made me laugh so much. It reminds me so much of this past weekend with Andrea, my closest guy friend out here.

I would be the cranky cat in the blue and green and he would be the cheerful cat in pink and purple.

Case in point: this weekend we were hanging out in my living room and I was craaaaaanky and I told him I was officially in hibernation mode.

He looks at me and goes, "I know what you need, you need a huuug" at which point he jumped on top of me on the couch and hugged me.

My response, "Eeeeewwwww, what are you doooooooiiiiiiing???? Yoooouuu're tooooooouuucccchhhhhiiiinnnggg meeeeeeeeee, people who are hibernating don't get tooooouuuucccchhhheeeeeeddddd"

I was a total cranky-pants this weekend!

I guess this is the point where I should say a big thanks to Andrea for putting up with me!

*I have less than two weeks until I go home and have no desire to even start thinking about packing!

I think it's because it brings up the fact that packing means I have to admit I have to fly.

I HATE FLYING!

*A friend told me that more than half the battle with the gym is physically getting there.

He is SOOOOO right!

*Am I the only one who felt kind of let down by the new Harry Potter movie? 

It was ok. Either a) I got my expectations up due to all the good reviews I had been hearing, or b) watching it in Italian is much, much different than watching it in English. 

*I really want to go see Love and Other Drugs and Black Swan when I get home

* I am also going to go on a mission to find the perfect red lipstick when I go home!

Snow, snow, snow, snow snooooooow!

(This was taken during a snowfall this year and I used this since I am too lazy to go out to take pictures)

I woke up this morning to a scene similar to this!

Yesterday afternoon, when I arrived at Thanksgiving dinner (which, by the way, was delicious and fun) it was cold outside, but nice and clear. By the time I left Thanksgiving dinner it was snowing outside.

I woke up this morning to snowcapped roofs and hedges. A lovely sight indeed!

My only big issue with the snow..

In order for it to snow, it has to be COLD!!!

I am not a big fan of the cold, but I better brace myself because winter is officially upon us and it often lasts well into spring here!

Letter to Italy

Dear Italy (maybe I should be more specific...)

Dear Trentino,

Please stop raining! 

Thanks,

Cyn

p.s. when did it become ok to smoke while pregnant? Not cool!

Buuuurn!

 Conversation about our favorite cartoons/kids shows between one of the boys I teach English to and myself:

Me: I used to love the Power Rangers, too. 

You know, I think I was your age when the original Power Rangers started.

Yeah, I was nine. I was your age.

Kid: Wow, the Power Rangers are really old then.

Ouch!

Sei strana...

That's what my roommate, E, told me today.

It literally translates to "You are weird."

I have a magnet in the kitchen that says 

"never

never

never

give

up"

She mentioned that she liked it a lot. I told her it was very 'me' since I have inspirational quotes written all over the place. I looked at her and shrugged my shoulders and said, "I'm weird, I know.."

She looks at me and goes, "You are weird" and this following exchange took  place:

Me: "but you know what, I like my weirdness"

E: "You are a bit of a freak, but I wouldn't classify you as one"

Me: "What do you mean?"

E: "Well, you aren't the kind of person who is easy to put in a box, easy to label... Some people are nerds, some are your typical Barbies, but you.... you're a freak when it comes to some things, when it comes to others you seriously don't give a crap or seriously don't give a crap about what others think... you're not weird, you're..just you! There's no way to classify you, you are who you are"

Me: "Thanks, I guess"

E: "I like you the way you are, I've never met anyone quite like you before. You are definitely one of a kind"

I think E just paid me an amazing compliment! I am glad she likes me because I adore her!!! 

Tomorrow we're having a roommate day... breakfast together, (small break for the gym), lunch, hanging out (small break to go to work for a few hours), dinner and movies & drinks at home...can't wait!

Ouch!

Who is enough of an idiot to be able to break a capillary in their finger while taking off a ring?

Me, that's who!

I was at work and my ring was bugging me and I noticed my fingers were getting a bit swollen, so I thought it would be best to take my ring off (which it was because my fingers are pretty swollen at them moment). It came off easily enough, my ring slid right off. I felt something a bit off, but it wasn't painful or anything. I put some lotion on my hand and OUCH! My ring finger on my right hand was turning purple-ish and was a bit swollen and it was very painful to the touch. Half an hour later my finger was swollen and itr is a mix between a shade of blue and purple... 

NICE!

ATTN....ATTN!!!

From today on out I am going to try to have all my blog posts in English and in Italian..

Key word: TRY

The Italian versions will be after the jump!

I'm a sucker for...

Accessories...

and bags...

and shoes!

There is this store in town called Accessorize and they sell...

Accessories!

It's like torture to walk by there because I want to buy everything.

I have been on a no shopping diet lately and it has been going really well.

A while back I bought this really cute coin purse and it had a matching passport case. I passed on the p.p. case but couldn't stop thinking about it, I decided to go back and buy it but they didn't have it anymore. This was months ago.

A recently told a friend that I should buy a passport case since I always seem to be misplacing my passport and it's kind of important.

The other day I was passing by Accessorize and decided to stop in for a look...

lo and behold, the first thing I see was the passport case I had spent months looking for... 

Needless to say, I snatched it up!

Victory and it only cost me a little under 14 euro!

"Wow, you're hair grows so fast..."

That's what my roommate said when she saw the following two pictures

Picture A was taken a little after Oct. 6, probably on the 10th or 11th

Picture B was taken this past Friday, so November 5th

My hair grows freakishly fast!

{Picture A}

(Taken at work)

{Picture B}

(Taken before going out to a work event...Ignore the hair in my face)

The hair in my face is why I usually end up looking like this after a day of work:

I'm a slob

have you ever felt just..blah? 

That's how I am feeling right now, lethargic!

I think it has something to do with the fact that it's been getting dark out here around 5, it's been raining a lot lately and it's cold!

Sorry I have been m.i.a. lately, I have a ton of stuff to write about...but first I have to tackle the disaster area that is my room!  

I am not the neatest person in the world and growing up it was probably the number 1 thing I would get in trouble for ("Cynthia, if you're room isn't clean by the time I get home you aren't going anywhere this weekend!")

 I have improved drastically since then!

I tend to keep my room from getting too messy...

Clothes usually piles up during the week and then I clean it all during the weekend.

I have had a hectic past couple of months and it all just keeps piling up and, well, even I have my limits.

This is the state my room was in the other day:

(notice the collection of lotion, water bottles, jewelery, random pieces of paper)

(Note the make-up, MORE water bottles, jewelery, hair stuff, MORE random paperwork)

(Notice the crap EVERYWHERE!!!!)

 My clothes is taking over my room, and yes, that is a suitcase at the foot of my bed and shoes everywhere... 

 This is bad, guys...even for me!!!

Momma called the Dr. and the Dr. said...

I'm sick, guys.

It sucks!

This has to be one of the worst sicknesses I have had in a very long time.

Sunday morning I woke up early because my stomach was hurting. I went to the living room and laid on the couch for a bit and after a while I started feeling worse. I was feeling really dizzy, I had major sensitivity to light and noise, my head felt like it was about to explode and I was majorly nauseous. I decided to take my temperature and the thermometer read 38,3 (100.9)... I wrapped myself in my comforter, laid on the couch and drifted in and out of consciousness for the next 4 hours...I would sleep for 20 minutes and then be awake for 10-20 minutes and then fall asleep again. Every movement hurt and made me feel dizzy, my head was feeling worse.. I took my temp again and it was 38,6 (101.5) so I took some medicine (I had to force myself to drink a tiny bit of water in order to swallow the medicine because even a small amount of water made me feel like I was going to throw up)... I checked my temp again later and instead of going down it had gone up to 39,1 (102.4)!

Anyone who knows me knows that I NEVER go to the Dr.'s, but I felt so crappy that I started crying.... (can you picture this, me with my eyes closed in complete silence on my couch wrapped up in my comforter just crying because everything hurt so bad)...it wasn't a pretty sight. 

Here in Italy they have the E.R. but they also have the Guardia Medica*, which is kind of like an E.R. but for cases that aren't so serious (like mine)... I called my roommate** and asked her when she would be home (soon) and asked her if she would accompany me (I was so dizzy and felt like I was going to faint that I didn't dare brave the 3 flights of stairs down my building alone). She came home and took me to the Guardia Medica, which is literally a m one-minute walk from my place. 

According to the Dr. I caught a nasty virus going around which gives you these exact symptoms, it lasts about 3 days and then you're fine. She said I am only allowed to eat: Apples, bread, boiled rice, and boiled potatoes for the next few days. She also said she was going to give me a shot for the nausea, which would allow me to eat and drink and which should help out with the headache... I started rolling up my sleeve and she goes, "No, on your bottom"  

YUP...she gave me a shot on my ass!

I don't know what she gave me, but it was a miracle drug...within an hour my fever had gone down, I managed to drink some water and eat an apple and I got some color back in my face.

I haven't had a fever today, which is good. Head still hurts quite a bit, still kind of nauseous, slightly dizzy..but no fever. I have had no appetite at all but I managed to eat half a bowl of plain boiled white rice for lunch and I had some boiled potatoes for dinner (which I was unable to finish), but at least I have been able to eat. I do feel very nauseous after every meal, but I manage to keep it down it goes away after a while.

Who knows, maybe tomorrow I will be able to eat a whole bowl full of food...

Baby steps!

*Huge props to Italy....all of this cost me $0!!! The consultation, shot, prescription for medicine, etc. came at no cost to me...and no, I will not be getting a bill in the mail because they never even asked me for my address.... I may complain a lot about the way Italy runs things, but I was thoroughly impressed by this.

Way to go, Italy, you surprised me...In a good way!

** My roommate, Esther, is an angel...she has become one of my closest confidantes out here. She has taken such good care of me...the only reason I ate an apple yesterday is because to her... she cut it, peeled it, chopped it up, put it on a plate and brought it out to the couch where I was laying. I love her!

Random Ramblings

*I threw up last night. It was gross. I cried. If this is what morning sickness is like when a woman is pregnant, then NO THANK YOU! My roommates are angels!

*While on the train this past weekend I couldn't help but notice that all the African men who would get on would greet one another and shake hands. I wondered if they all knew each other. After a while it became apparent that they did not, as most of them were introducing themselves when they shook hands with one another. I found this really interesting. Stop after stop everyone else would get on the train and look around for an empty seat, they would promptly sit down and either listen to their ipod or pretend not to notice anyone else. These men would get on board and every time, without fail, they would walk over to the other African men, shake their hands, introduce themselves and start up a conversation. Why? Is it a cultural habit? A form of solidarity? Whatever it was, I found it comforting to know that there are still people like that out there.

* I am watching Anne of Green Gables. It is one of the handful of movies I like to watch while I am sick. It takes me back to a different time and place. Back to a time when my sister, mom and I sit around in our pj's, eating oatmeal or arroz con leche and watching this movie! This movie makes me A) miss my mom and my sister and B) want to visit Prince Edward Island soooo badly!  

Oh yeah, it also makes me daydream about meeting a man like Gilbert Blythe!

How can you NOT love a movie that has little gems like these:

Mrs. Cadbury: Tell me what you know about yourself. 
Anne Shirley: Well, it really isn't worth telling, Mrs. Cadbury... but if you let me tell you what I IMAGINE about myself you'd find it a lot more interesting. 


Anne Shirley: Don't you ever imagine things differently from what they are?
Marilla Cuthbert: No.
Anne Shirley: Oh Marilla, how much you miss. 


Anne Shirley: Tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes in it. 


Anne Shirley: I know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me SOME credit. 


Aunt Josephine: I like people who make me like them. Saves me so much trouble forcing myself to like them. 


This one is for Kate:
Marilla Cuthbert: Oh, this is a fine kettle of fish. 


And here are my favorites from the sequel:


Morgan Harris: I've always held that early marriage is a sure indication of second-rate goods that had to be sold in a hurry. 


Anne Shirley: Fred is... extremely good.
Marilla Cuthbert: That is exactly what he should be! Would you want to marry a wicked man?
Anne Shirley: Well, I wouldn't marry anyone who was really wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't. 


Anne Shirley: I went looking for my dreams outside of myself and discovered, it's not what the world holds for you, it's what you bring to it.


and my all time favorite part:



GILBERT: Anne, I'll wait. Even if I thought you cared just a little.
ANNE: I do care, Gil. I always have. But I can never, never love you in the way you want me to. I'm happy as I am; I won't ever marry.
GILBERT: You'll marry, alright. Some fool who will sit and read Tennyson by firelight, no doubt. Build you your castles in the sky. I know you.
ANNE: Please, Gil, I don't mean to hurt you. But you'll see I'm right by and by when you fall for someone else.
GILBERT: You haven't hurt me, really. It's just that I fool myself into thinking that you loved me, that's all.
ANNE: Gil, please.
GILBERT: I hope he breaks your heart, whoever he is.
ANNE: You don't under--
GILBERT: Then maybe you'll come to your senses.

I can't find the exact scene, but it comes right after this:

The transformation

When I got my hair cut I had them do this straightening thing...basically, it gets rid of the frizz in my hair and it is amazing! The only bad part is that you can't wash your hair for 3 days.... I got it done on Wednesday and wasn't supposed to wash my hair until Sunday morning. I tend to wash my hair on a daily basis (I get told often that it's really bad for my hair, which is why I am trying to was it every other day now) so 3 days without washing it was not pretty.... here are some pictures:

This is day 1:

By day 2 it was not so good:

I couldn't take it anymore and I washed my hair a day before I was supposed to and this is the result:

I think I love it....and it is SO easy to style in the morning!

Tales from the workplace

I was at work yesterday and I see some pictures of L's mom on the table, I pick them up and am looking through them and I find a picture of her as a kid with none other than Pope Paul VI... 

I look at her and go, "You met the Pope?!?"

She responds very nonchalantly, "Yeah, well he was my grandfathers cousin"

How do you respond to that?

In another, work-related story... I was at A's house and his mom, D,  invited me to stay for dinner. I accepted since we're good friends. She made pasta with Pesto for A, I tried it and told her that it was really good. She said that it was, but that the big problem was that it oxidizes too quickly.

A look at her and goes,

 "Mom, what does Oxidize mean?"

D: "It means that something is dark"

A remained quiet and kept eating, after a couple of minutes he turns to her and goes,

"You know my friend Marco from school...

...he's really oxidized"

His friend Marco is African... 

D and I couldn't stop laughing. A was looking at us trying to figure out what was so funny. 

He gets a really serious look on his face and goes,

"No, really, he's really oxidized...

...from life"

It was at this point that I had to excuse myself from the table because I was laughing so hard that I was about to choke on my food.

D, still laughing, asks,

"What about Cynthia, is she oxidized?"

A looks at me and goes, 

"Hmmm, YEAH, a little bit"

This is why I love the kids I work with!

The Toad

Another little gem I found in my box of old stuff... a list that Kate and I compiled cleverly entitled, "Reasons to not like 'The Toad'".   In order to understand this you will need the back-story.

Sophomore (did you guys know it was SophOmore and not just sophmore? I kinda feel like an idiot right now... I digress) year I started dating this guy, we'll call him Tim*. I think we met in a class or something like that...we started "studying" together, even though we got very little studying done, and voila...we were dating!

 He was a nice enough guy...smart, funny, kind of awkward but not awkward enough to be too weird and whatnot. Things seemed to be going well, we would go out to the movies, out for walks, go to parties together or just hang out at my place.

 He was definitely a gentleman...he would open doors for me, he never pressured me to do anything I didn't feel like doing and if I said I wasn't ready/didn't feel like doing something, he respected that....and not in an 'I respect that, but I'm really bummed out kind of way'...he truly respected my decisions and feelings and if it did bum him out he never let it show. 

Basically he was an upstanding guy. 

I don't remember what happened but eventually things cooled down, we never broke up because technically he was never my boyfriend, we just stopped talking and hanging out as much and eventually it died down completely.

 Then one day, months later, don't ask me under what circumstances because I truly don't remember, we met up again...

we didn't start dating again, we weren't testing the waters...

...it was purely physical!

Kate and I sat down one day and were trying to figure out if I should like him or not, if I should pursue something serious with him or just leave things the way they were...

the result being the list mentioned above.

Here are a few gems extracted from the list:

"1) Hairy

2) Vertically Challenged (i.e. not very tall)

5) Weird nose

7) Devil tongue - Not the best maker outer; swift jabbing motions (hence the nickname, The Toad)

8) Not too cute hands

15) Bad influence on Cindy's educational career

16) Cindy is too cute for him"

There was, however, a part of the list entitled "Good things":

"1) Nice guy, very gentlemanly

2) Makes Cindy laugh like Kateska does, only he's a boy

3) Had a bris

4) Brings a smile to Cindy's face

5) Makes Cindy feel special"

And that was it...

As you can tell the reasons not to like him far outnumbered the 'good things'...

Needless to say, things didn't quite work out with him! 

*Name has been changed...especially since I am still friends with him!

My dream man

  Remember how I found some old stuff not too long ago.... well something that was in that box of stuff was a list i had made of qualities I looked for in a guy...On a lined sheet of paper I wrote:

Tall (at least 6ft)

Muscular but lean

Nice smile

Nice eyes

Big hands

Nice voice

No excessive hair...

...or smell

Funny

Smart

Well-read

*Has to get along with my friends

No violent tendencies

No habitual drug use or smoking

Must have a sense of style

These were non-negotiables! I have to admit that some of them still are, while I feel like I could turn a blind eye to others. I think there are things that are much more important than some of the physical features on that list... a sense of humor, being able to laugh at yourself, being able to make me laugh, caring about others..even if technically it's not your problem, being able to stand up for yourself, etc! 

Wow, you look so different...

That's what I have been hearing all day, or at least all afternoon. I woke up this morning thinking, "I want to cut my hair" but I couldn't figure out when I would have time to do it since my next 3 weeks are packed, weekends included!  Then today I had a cancellation in the day leaving me free from 12:30-4:30...I took it as a sign and called my hairdresser and wouldn't you know, they had some openings....

I told her I wanted it shorter and let her do what she wanted...she also did a straightening treatment on my hair, which means that I can't wash it until Saturday....3 whole days without washing my hair and this stuff weighs my already fine hair down...I imagine that by Friday my hair is going to be horrible...

Then this happened:

 Nadia (owner, estitician, hairdresser extraordinaire): You have such beautiful skin

Me: Thanks

Nadia: You know, we just got some new make-up in... (she gives me a mischievous look) Do you want to be my guinea pig? They would look amazing on you.... Will you let me do your make up?

Me: Ummm...SURE!

So, I had one guy washing my hair and doing the straightening treatment stuff, Nadia doing my make-up and the other guy who works there goes, "what about me? I just get to stand here and watch???" So I held out my hands and said, "Well, if you must do something you could always give me a hand massage"

AND HE DID!

Talk about relaxing!!!

So, since my hair is, umm...interesting due to the straightening, I have decided not to post any pictures of my new hair until this weekend when I can try to do my own hair and see what it's like...but here's a couple before pictures:

Maybe this is a sign...

....that I need to get more...

Today, while in the elevator at work, I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed that some of the black from my eyeliner or mascara had smudged under both of my eyes making it look kinda blackish.

 I did what any girl would do, I took my finger and tried to wipe it off. 

It didn't work, so I licked my finger and tried again....

nothing. 

I got into the office and went straight to the bathroom.. I looked at myself closer in the mirror and realized that...

NO, that wasn't smeared make up...

those would be DARK CIRCLES under my eyes. 

FUUUUUUUUCK!!! 

I think I need to start going to sleep earlier (as I type this at 12:30am...will I ever learn?)

Places of interest

The other day I was going through a box of old documents and stuff like that and I found some very interesting stuff... most of which I'll write about later, mainly because I am tired and want to go to bed. However, I will very briefly write about this...I found a small 3X5 note card on which I wrote down different cities I would like to visit around Europe. I think I wrote this years ago when I was about to study abroad, it's interesting to see how many of these places i have visited and how many I have yet to see....here's the list:

Portugal

Lisbon

Spain

  Barcelona

 Madrid

France

Paris

Austria 

Innsbruck*

Vienna

 Salzburg

Germany 

Munich

                                                    Berlin (currently planning a trip out there)

The Netherlands

Amsterdam

Italy      

Torino

Milan

Venice*

Naples

Sicily*

Siena

Perugia

Pisa

The Amalfi Coast

Capri

Cinque Terre

Trieste

Verona *

Bologna

It's funny to see how many places I still need to visit and how many places I have visited that are nowhere on this list, but that have been amazing experiences!!!

*-Have been multiple times!