When You Get to the End…
Stop. Or begin as you intend to go on. Either. In any event, cappuccino bookends to a trip that went way too quickly.
We made it back to Venice this morning with all EIGHT pieces of concerns (plus a pink flowery stroller) — a miracle feat, considering the trans-Atlantic, circum-continent trip we took them on — and had enough time for coffee before our ride besides.
“Do you two speak English?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Oh GOOD. Can you help me order one of those?”
A chat with an Army mom here to visit was a nice straddle of the cultural divide and the whiplash of being back.
“Does everything look weird?”
“It always does when you’ve been away.”
Except the Welcoming Catmittee. He looks precisely the same.
