Ciao bella , Italia...
One more time we gather in the breakfast room , graze the buffet and drink that kick-ass coffee . Uh , where did all the
( heavy ! ) baggage come from...heh , heh .
The bus driver who has to load all of it is NOT amused . Karen A reminds us to tip him well , cuz he earned it . The plane is on time , I buy a couple of Italian candy bars at the airport and sadly board the plane . So many fabulous stories to tell . I think I will have to start a blog when I get home .