It’s our fourth day on tour. Rome seems like that dream that you can’t quite remember—its food, its tourists…not to mention the ageless cobblestoned streets, where our craned necks, strained from basking in art, arches, and a bygone era, found refuge. The hills of Tuscany, which I call home, now …
Veni, Vidi, Cecini!
‘We came, We Saw, We Sang!’ Where better to begin a tour of Europe than at the beginning? As we met the Tuesday morning sunshine on our bus ride from Rome’s Leonardo da Vinci International Airport to the hotel, I was greeted with the faces of familiar friends. The buildings, monuments, …
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