I have been whisked away to celebrate one year anniversary in beautiful-but-currently-rainy Venice.
So am holed up in hotel room waiting for the skies to clear.
I haven't been here in about ten years and had completely forgotten how magical this city is.
Walked around for hours crossing canals and getting lost in picture-perfect streets lined with art galleries and Venetian masks.
As much as I assumed a gondola ride would be a total cliche, when I took one yesterday, it was so romantic I suspended disbelief long enough to pretend I was Angelina and husband was Johnny Depp in The Tourist....
Until 'Johnny' gave me a present.
Unwrapping with glee, I wondered excitedly what could it be... an LV scarf? a lace blouse? La Perla lingerie?
He bought it at the souvenir stand, apparently.
When I asked what on earth possessed him to purchase such a 'thoughtful' gift, he said it combines his two favourite things in life - food and naked ladies.
He's so modern, my man.
P.S I did also get an amaze pair of snakeskin gladiator flats to go with... So it's not all bad.
And now I can walk around confidently wearing a body like Angelina's without doing any exercise...
Bring on the carbs, I have my miracle apron!