… and just like that, it’s over… We got back from Italy late last week and I am sitting here pondering how it went so fast. But the truth is, it didn’t. It didn’t feel fast, I can still feel the warmth of my family and the beauty and love that surrounded me. And while the trip was rough on Nicky, he’s glad he went. The flights we took to get there were from Los Angeles to Paris for 11 hours and then Paris to Turin for 90 minutes with Air France, and coming back we took Alitalia from Turin to Rome for less than an hour,  and then Rome to Los Angeles for 12.5 hours. I can’t praise enough both airlines, they were ready and willing to help. We were always the first to board and the last to leave. On one occasion, while entering the flight from TurinRead More →