Amazingly enough, we survived the long haul flight and everything that came before it surprisingly well. The kids were well behaved, there were no tantrums during the 30 hours or so of airplane sitting, airport lounge waiting and more airport sitting. Let me repeat - NO TANTRUMS.
And then we arrived in Rome. And had to wait for my brother-in-law to pick us up.
It wasn't his fault, our plane was early. But the kids were at the end of their patience, as were we. I thought I was doing well by blowing up balloons for each of them until someone's got popped. Tears ensued, then screaming. From the parents and the kids. Pretty soon the entire airport was entertained by the antics of our crazy family but I was so relieved to have arrived I was beyond caring.
So now we're here in beautiful Italy. We watch the snow on our mountain every day, melting or covering more of the peak depending on the weather. Now that we've recovered from jetlag and colds from adjusting to the winter temperatures we've enjoyed being outside all the more. The other day I walked through olive groves surrounded by snow capped mountains... it was breathtakingly beautiful.
Every day I look around and ask myself, "Am I really here? Living in Italy with all the family together?" And I thank the gods for their blessings.
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