"It’s a bad omen. Come on. I’ve got some annual leave left to take and you don’t start your new job for another two weeks. Let’s get away for a while. We can go to my family’s place in Levanto—get enormously drunk on negronis, lay topless on the beach all day, flirt with all the yummy local Italian men. Explore the ruins and do all the cultural stuff you love? It’ll be fabulous."