...but glad to be home. Like many travelers who experience a kind of transition hell when moving via buses, trains and planes with more stuff than is easily manageable, I was very happy to arrive back in the U.S. of A. and see the familiar sight of my husband and our car when I emerged weary and intact from the terminal at Newark yesterday. Sleeping in my own bed, I tossed with restless dreams of Italy, the sound of motorinos and the music made by the groups of people laughing and chatting in Italian strolling the narrow streets at night. Too many photos to edit and figure out what exactly I managed to capture in my camera- but a few to share and hope you like!
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