We’re back. At least physically we are. Mentally, I’m still in Florence
sipping chugging chianti and devouring mozzarella di Bufala Campana. I’m going to surround myself with pictures of Fiat’s Cinquecento, open up a bar of Novi Nocciolato Gianduja, pour a glass of wine (perhaps not, drinking in the middle of the day with just a dog and two cats for company might be suspect) and relive a little of the past three weeks before picking up my child who has been up since 2am this morning. Hello jet lag.