Five years ago tonight, I met an Italian man named Marco Tamburro, at a cafe, in Rome. I had just purchased a crystal chandelier for the condo I was under contract for back in New Jersey. And I was thoroughly pleased with myself, toasting the moment with a glass of wine and some cheese. I felt as if good things were on the horizon for me, and I gladly engaged in discussion with Marco, eager to learn about an artist’s life in the most beautiful city I had ever seen. I walked right into my fate that evening and there’s nothing that can change that. But I’ve had five long years to think about it, and I am pretty sure I don’t want to change a thing. I look forward to telling you all about that tomorrow….