Or the people we met along the way?
Was it the food?
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?
Was it the churches?
Or the way Mary held Jesus like any grieving mother would hold her beloved child?