Papa had been away for too long, and then when he got back it was all work, work, work. Then mama abandoned us for a little fiesta in Mexico City. We were all knocked out. Not learning anything at school and eating home-cooked food in day care had taken its toll. We were ready for a re-birth.
And what better place for a little renaissance than the cradle of
the Rinascimento itself? Papa took off a whole
week. We packed the old Koléos and headed to Geneva Airport to pick up mama.
Then we headed for the Mont Blanc Tunnel and, after stopping in Aosta for the night, arrived in the land of those crazy ci folks
like Polci, da Vinci, Medici.
La mama was worried that we wouldn't eat enough so she called
Giuseppina and asked her to give us a little cooking class. Energized by
home-made pasta, fresh garlic, ripe tomatoes,
and Chianti, we were ready to climb towers, sketch Duomos, admire Botticelis,
buy leather gloves, giggle at David’s scant attire, sword fight, treat allergies
to spider bites, try on heavy armor, eat pizza, watch people hold up leaning
towers, visit Pinocchio, and of course,
sample the finest Gelato in the land.
All in all it was very
civilized, just like us.
Hankering for a little Giotto-country? Check out some snaps of our adventures south of the border here:
Miraculously, the David is still standing.
Gongo turned 7 while
papa was in Hawaii. Want to see what a guilt-filled birthday party looks like?
Check out the belated birthday party here: A gift made in China? How exotic!
Or maybe a few scary
pictures of Halloween here: Black is back
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