I know that it doesn’t really count to say you’ve been in a city if you’ve simply changed planes there. The same has to go for trains.
But does it count if you leave the train station in search of lunch?
Kaitlyn seemed awfully happy to get to eat a happy meal today at the McDonald’s across the street from the train station in Milan. Honestly, I was glad to eat something other than pizza or spaghetti.
My week with Patrick and his family is over. It’s been full of hugs, laughs, tears and even a little yelling. What would a week with your family be without all those things? Still, I’m going to miss them all an awful lot. I haven’t lived near him for more than 15 years now. But being this far away can seem a little too far away. When we move back home… I’m going to make sure we see more of each other. I don’t know how… but I’m going to. Family is too important.