All this talk about sending someone to Rome to see the Stones rock The Eternal City in June has got me sentimental about a once-in-a-lifetime trip I made to Italy in 2005.

I admit, my favorite city was actually Venice, but, hey, Rome wasn't too shabby either.

I adored the quiet charm of a city that was devoid of any motorized traffic in the streets...the delightful canals and bridges, the sense of timelessness, of stepping back to a slower pace of life, all of which conspired to convince me that Venice was likely the most romantic city I would ever have the pleasure to explore.

Tuscany was absolutely stunning, especially the little villages nestled in the hills, and Florence, of course, was not-to-be-missed, with its incredible collection of art masterpieces (Michelangelo's David statue was simply awe-inspiring to finally experience in person).

Rome had an excitement, a pulse, a sense of urgency, not unlike our cities here in the U.S. It was most definitely more hurried and noisy than Venice or Florence, modern and fast-paced and yet filled with the ancient ruins of a bygone empire.

If you want that chance to get stoned in Rome and spend 6 glorious nights there, with a Stones concert on June 22nd at Circus Maximus, then make sure you join the Mile High Club and get the details on the contest here.

Those of you who know anything about me know that I'm a friend to all animals, even the ones who might possibly cause me to have to shower after a visit in St. Mark's Square (they didn't):

Ahhh...Venice. Promise me we'll meet up again soon: