Casa Dolce Casa...
72 hours ago I was in this.
One flight from hell (since when is the leg room so small on a plane that carries 300+ people that I could not cross my legs? And what was that slimy pink thing I ate that they called salmon?!), one missed flight (maybe I needed the break after the first one?!) and a day stuck in snow and disorganization to the max (who knew in Germany?!), we made it back to this.
It sure may not look pretty, but it’s home. And I’m glad to be here.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL
from a blistery, damp Italian Riviera!!!