Boy does my bum hurt. It’s the worst part of traveling to Europe.
Flying over France, Paris, Berlin, Milan, The Alps, I’m awestruck that we are here. Memories from our last Italy trip come flooding back. I feel so grateful for the opportunity to do it again but this time retracing sort of the migration of my mother’s family from Sicily to America. It’s a big POND! How in the world? Why? And what incredible strength and courage to make this trek by boat.
Hopefully, we will get a glimpse of where my ancestors came from, taste the food and be filled with the wonder of it all.
Bomboloni Donuts – Pistachio and Nutella, cannolis and croissants. All the pastries chased with cafe cups of coffee. What’s your favorite?
Gotta check the spelling. Don’t have to check for taste. Oh man, this and a Latte Macchiato . Delicious and a great start to our trip.