Home, Sweet Home.

In lieu of any actual photographic proof that I went home, I'm posting a couple of OLD pictures of some of the people I saw whilst in California. Here are the highlights...

My adventure began early. 4:30 am wake-up call to drive to the airport in Milan. Milan to London. London to SFO. I arrived the same day (because of the time change) at 1:30 pm. I drank coffee and my mom made me lunch. I was able to stay awake until almost 9 pm, then slept a good 12 hours, thus completely erasing any and all jet lag. It worked out perfectly.

Wandered about Burlingame. Library, bank, shopping.


Dinner with my Dad and brother.



Saw friends: Ian and his girlfriend, Rebecca, Tiffany, Elizabeth, Zoe.

Saw random Burlingame people.

Spent Valentine's Day with my mom. Mud bath and good food and wine with a friend of hers.



Went up to Davis (for Tiffany-seeing purposes).



Hung out in San Francisco.

Met a great Aunt I never knew I had. Apparently I'd already met her, but didn't remember.

Helped my dad with his accumulation of boxes.

Dinner with Elizabeth and her husband, her brother, my mom, my brother.



Went to Oakland (for Zoe-seeing purposes).



Left Saturday night to arrive in New York Sunday morning. Went online at the airport in order to see if Geoff sent me his number. He did. Arrived Sunday morning and called him.

Spent day in Manhattan with Geoff.



Flight back to Milan.



And now, with Domi, I am yet again, Home, Sweet Home. Funny how it works both as a beginning and an end.