Was it the massive amount of time spent on planes, trains, buses and automobiles?
Or the people we met along the way?
Or the people we met along the way?
Or the way our waiters made us feel like honored guests?
Or the way angels popped up when you least expected them?
Was it the fine restaurants, full of ambience and perfectly prepared Italian delicacies?
Or was it the gelato, twice a day?
Was it the historically significant buildings and architecture?
Or the things that made us go hmmmmm?
Was it the unique, warm, child-centered culture?
Or was it sister time?
Or was it feeding the pigeons outside?
Was it the churches?
Or the way Mary held Jesus like any grieving mother would hold her beloved child?