Toss a few coins in the Trevi fountain, and you'll keep returning to Rome again, and again, and again ... not that I'm complaining.
Although it took me some convincing from friends who I'll meet up with in the first week of my three week Northern hemisphere visit, I eventually agreed.
Weddings bind people, families and nations together, and it's for a wedding also that I'm travelling to the eternal city.
A significant reason for my reluctance was my lack of ability to fulfil a request made of me by my Italian relatives in 2004. "The next time you visit Italy" they asked me, "bring your Father with you".
It's understandable that they would like to see their infrequently communicated with Brother, Uncle & Cousin, but sadly he's not so keen to reciprocate. On three separate occasions an all expenses paid offer was gently made to travel, but Dad would like to stay at home.
So what was I to do?
I will go for the wedding, and my friends, and as for my Italian relatives, I'll have to catch up with them another fine day.
To add a little 'interest' to the journey the World Cup will start during my time in the nation that worships the 'Beautiful Game' about as much as it worships anything.