Even with my Russian training, I know better than to have more than two shots of vodka at any one time. Give me a third, and inevitably a headache descends. But I swear I didn't have any vodka over the last few days, so why the pounding headache?
While organized tours get a bad rap, our Italian trip contained surprisingly little moaning, an impressively prompt and fun group of families and the joy of having someone else tackle the logistics. It turns out kids love group travel.