There’s a running joke in our family that one of us girls will go to Italy and meet a handsome Italian man named Sven. So when my sister and I went to Italy one summer, we were on the lookout for Sven…
We boarded the train for Assisi, riding through the Tuscany countryside. Somehow we ended up getting off at the wrong town, met an old Italian grandma at the station who tried to invite us to her house for coffee, got back on the train, and finally arrived in the right town…
I was recently browsing through some old pictures of my trip to Italy. I have a ton of cool ones but here are a few pictures that make me smile.