“How do you say pizza in Italian?” —Eloise
“Look at those people down there. They’re so tiny they look like crumbs,” said Eloise on top of the St. Peter’s Basilica dome.
“This is my worst fear.” Eloise climbing inside the wall in the dome.
“Kids, tell me something that was worse than the museums,” I said. “Kronk’s New Groove,” Eloise said immediately.
We drank from the fountain 
Second gelato of the day 
So sleepy 
Isaac tossing his coin 
Me tossing my coin
“Italy is so relaxing,” —Eloise, as we scoot along on a Lime before dinner
“I want to give you a round of applause for paying all this money for this,” Eloise said shyly to Chris. “I can’t believe we’re on our trip. Thank you for planning all this,” she said to me.
The Biggest Japanese Garden in Europe
Je Suis Chez Moi
Late Summer, Early Fall
Channeling Paradise