I know this is late. Very late. So late I almost considered
not writing it, but it would be a crime if these memories were lost forever
with the advent of time. Our trip to Italy in November was 4 days, and after
writing about the first 3 I ran out of time. We were preparing to return to the
states for Christmas, so I was working on what I call the travel document. This
is a 200 page behemoth guide of places Joe and I are interested in seeing in
Europe, and serves as a baseline guide for people coming out to visit. I wanted
it to be ready for perusal by the parents. It’s a miracle that it was even
finished too because my computer died a few weeks before our US departure. I
had to use my husband’s computer, and when it comes to electronics, he isn’t
the best of sharers. But that only takes us to Christmas. Our US trip was a
whirlwind of visits with friends and family. There wasn’t much quiet time to
sit, think, and churn out stories about our trips. And finally, we returned to
Germany, where I started planning everyone’s trips. As I used my wonderful
travel document to schedule these trips I was plagued with a nagging feeling of
guilt. I had unfinished business in the blogosphere, and I was ignoring it. So
here it is, almost three months after experiencing it; our last day in Italy.
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