It is now april 5 and we arrived in Italy this afternoon. Pisa, blue skies, and 82 degrees. It was like being welcomed by an old friend — the fluid song of the language, the friendliness, the fresh tastes. I am not counting the impatient honking of car horns.
As I was flying over the French Alps , repeat, as I was flying over the French Alps (doesn’t that sound awesome?) I was praising in my heart of hearts for the journey I’ve had so far and the 5 weeks to come!!!!!
Hello, Italy!