The holiday season is the perfect time to reflect on good times spent with family. While most of my favorite memories consist of casual days hanging out in the house, or of spontaneous adventures, We woke up early and made our way into the heart of Florence to join up with a tour group. Then we bussed our way out into Tuscany where we were given a brief tutorial on driving our Vespas by two charming tour guides, one South African and one British. They charmingly told us that at least one person crashed their Vespa per tour, and then charmingly made fun of us goofy Americans, shrieking as we took off through the narrow, winding roads of the Italian countryside on our zippy little Vespas. Every time a car would come towards us I thought I was going to die, but gradually relaxed enough to where I could look around me at what was unquestionably the most beautiful scenery I’ve ever encountered. Bringing up the rear of the line, I made sure to keep a cautious distance from everyone and every thing. Eventually I got over my grandma tendencies, and began to enjoy the feeling of zipping around corners and flying down hills. After one too many scary moments, my mom bowed out and sat in the back of a little buggy with another participant, drinking wine and sharing stories with the hunk in the front seat. Eventually we stopped at the Corsini Winery for a tour, followed by an incredible wine tasting and meal. We relaxed and conversed with the other American Tourists. With a slight buzz we took to our Vespas again and made our way back towards Florence, somehow managing to avoid any accidents. It’s a memory that I’ll keep with me forever, reminding me of how lucky I am to have my family and friends, and how many incredible adventures I’ve been able to have. I hope that going in to the holiday season everyone is able to make wonderful new memories, and cherish the old. Oh, and I hope that everyone celebrates with a really great glass of Chianti.