Icarus @ 59 # 174

The Vatican and the Trevi Fountain in one day. I don't envy my daughter, Abbi, because I have been there but oh I wish I was there now. She is so lucky, imagine having to do this as part of a Module for your degree. The worst about it too (she says) is they have to eat Italian food (oh lordy, how could they stomach it). But seriously, isn't this what we bring them into the world to do - to see the great things and be in the great places and experience the experiences that come with it all? Oh yay, I say, go for it girl, I was eighteen when I walked in the same square, not much younger than she is now, and I have never forgotten it. Mind you, my mother and father  didn't come to spend five days with me when I moved into Tuscany. I have the resources to do that and I can only thank them for giving me the chance and the spirit and the guts to go. My mother would have loved Rome, I know this, being as she was a great fan of saying 'Viva el Papa...' Catholicism ran deep in her veins and she clung to her rosary beads to the last - but enough of that, this is a happy time and she would have loved these pictures, as do I. I guess its boring for some that these posts occasionally slip into the sentimental, well tough. In my ten minute slot its what I was thinking and that's just that. My mum hated this band so as I am her rebel son its good to play them - and this is a version of one of my fave Bob Dylan songs and Jagger was always good on the mouth harp: