We spread a map across the kitchen table. "Let's plan a trip to Italy this fall," I said. She was already searching for flights.
Neither of us knew the city at all. "What's there to do in Lisbon?" I asked. She pulled up a list of must-sees.
The itinerary was starting to feel rushed. "How long should we stay in Rome?" I asked. We bumped it up to three nights.
We kept going back and forth on lodging. "Should we book a hotel or an apartment?" I asked. The apartment won for the kitchen alone.
She gasped when I mentioned the destination. "Seeing the northern lights is on my bucket list," I said. We promised to make it happen.