In Her Life: Mom and I Attempt Our First Trip Together, Pt. IV (El Fin, Parting Words)

Alright, perhaps you’ve been with us on this journey the whole time. All three parts of it. Or perhaps you’ve just joined us. Either way. Thank you. But this trip has to end at some point. So I’m going to do that here with this post. Think of it more as a wrap up. Truthfully, a lot of the memories for the rest of the trip are kind of a mush. It’s been almost four months since my parents visited me here in Spain. And since then I’ve traveled to the States for a month and a half and experienced and felt a ton of things that caught me off guard. Will I write about that? Perhaps. It was quite emotional. I unexpectedly cried when I called to say goodbye to my parents. Which I’d never done before. Leaving America this time felt different.

Now back to Italy. Remember, we were in Florence where I had to check the white Americans for cutting in front of us (twice)at the Uffizzi Gallery. The rest of our stay there…hold on…let me check Google Photos. Ah yes. Mom had her first Neapolitan pizza. Her first pizza in Italy. And yes you foodie snobs. It was in Florence and not in Napoli. She loved it. I was a bit worried because it was a lot of cheese since she couldn’t eat tomato sauce. She was surprised she ate the whole thing. She kept looking for the grease. She even looked on the bottom of the pizza. It’s what…