I have been feeling 'europe sick' this week. I have been missing my friends, missing life abroad, missing so many things. I even had a dream the other night that I was back in Naples, living in our Villa, with Vesuvius in our backyard. Of course I am really happy to be home, life here in Columbia is wonderful. We have a lovely home, the girls are thriving, Chris is excelling in med school, I am *slowly* finding my niche. We are living near family which has been nice, and Chris is happy to be able to spend time with two of his brothers.
Today though I have been wistful, hopeful that we would be able to go back to Italy someday and enjoy so many things that made our tour memorable. I miss the sound of the sea, the din of the traffic, the movement of the trees by my house in the evening. I miss mornings shopping at the markets, followed by a freshly made pizza in the afternoon. I miss excursions with the girls, and shopping trips. I miss planning trips and driving down the SS7. I miss the hospitality and warmth of the Italian people, who would welcome you into their home and lives without question. I want to go back and see the site where the Rome temple will be built, and hopefully attend a session there with the faithful members we know will live the rest of their lives in Italy. I miss cobblestone streets and cathedral bells. I miss Tuscan landscapes. Its amazing how much a place and time can stay with you and become a part of who you are. Someday. Someday we will go back.