As Dorothy said, “there’s no place like home”.
This spring, in anticipation of leaving Milano, I had my eye open for some symbolic “ruby slippers” and found these at a little street market for 20 euro. They’re not really for wearing, but rather to have as a visual reminder of what I’ve just done, where I left and what I’ve come home to.
And your cheese sign! Perfect!
Welcome home, Maureen! Been thinking about you while reading “Eat, Pray, Love”. We (Todd and I) want to see you soon…when can we get together?