Tuesday, April 3, 2012
When we were in Italy I didn't buy any souvenirs. An ornamented ceramic mask would not mean anything to me. The pictures we took are much better (to me) than any postcard or painting or statuette. What I did do was snatch my family's gelato cups out of their hands before they could throw them in the trash.
THAT. That right there is a souvenir. To me. It takes me back. I see delicious ice cream, savored during conversations with people I love in places I never thought I would be. I see stacks of the different colored bowls turned upside-down on counter tops in gelato shops. I remember dreaming of one filled with a smooth delicious treat as we wandered, stomachs growling but eyes feasting, through Venice in search of "Quanto Basta" pizzeria. I can almost feel the wet-wipe in my hand after cleaning off Spencer's hands and face in Murano and Budoia (how romantic!).
It's just a small plastic cup and spoon, but it happens to be my favorite little cup and spoon in the world.
I'll post a bit about our trip soon enough.
Posted by LisAway