The two months leading up to our trip to Italy sucked.  It started with a call from Mrs. G.  I was two hours out of town picking up my boss’s boss at the airport.  We were scheduled to meet with the company’s largest client.  Mrs. G. was car number seven in an eight car pile-up on the highway.   Thank God she emerged from the accident unscathed.  Her Jetta didn’t fare as well…