I’m not sure how to describe the events of the last few weeks. I continue trying to describe my trip to Italy but I am running out of superlatives and “amazing” and “incredible” seem to fall short. It was a spiritual journey, one where I feel a deeper connection to the roots of my faith. I can’t fathom ever taking another trip that compares to the emotion and excitement of this one.
I missed my kids. I missed my husband. The trip itself was physically and mentally exhausting but the thought that kept running through my head was, “My family did this for me. They made sacrifices for me to be here and I’ll be damned if I don’t extract every possible opportunity out of the deal.” I kept telling my friend/trip roommate “I’ll sleep when I get home!” Enjoy every second of it we did! So without further ado…
Oh wait you were expecting a post? Well I couldn’t do it in a post. I had to literally make a book.
Forgive me but I spent way more time on this than one would consider reasonable for a person with two small children and jet-lag. So if you want to know about my trip have a glance through the photobook that I made. I bought a couple small things for myself while I was there but this is my real treat– a way to remember our trip forever.