Stories and Italy

Ellie likes to hear stories. She especially likes a story, or five, at bath time. I rack my brain and come up with something. Last night was Myrtle and my trip to Italy.


First of all, we ate a lot of pizza. A lot. And dare I say, you can have too much pizza? We didn't think it was possible until we went to Italy. And tried every sort of pizza we could find.





The Colosseum in Rome.


















Streets of water, in Venice.

Ellie was impressed that there are no streets or cars in Venice. Only water and boats.









Ruins of Pompeii.













Myrtle and me on an overlook of Florence.