I have some random thoughts about my second trip to Italy this year. This is not  an AI-generated ode to the joys of Italy (I did, after all, visit myself) but rather a more sober look at the realities of traveling in Italy in summer. We all know that July and August are hot, humid, and touristy, but this was the month it suited my son to visit me in Portugal, and he had a plan: "Mom, I NEED to go to Italy" (note the need, not want!).