What good would it do to cry ? I am a big girl , I knew this day would come . Just get on the plane ( with twice the luggage ) *grin* and don't look back . 
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 .
2 comments:
Carol,
Thank you for allowing me to revisit this unspeakably beautiful place. I missed the mercato and the Rinascente, so clearly I have to go back! One week was not enough. A year would not be enough.
Un abbraccio,
JR
a year would not be enough !!
I will never get over that trip...
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