Coming home

June 11, 2008

I can’t even tell you how good it was to see our friends when we arrived. Maria was here with her grandsons Benjamin and Joshua, and Dominico (aka Memo) got home from coaching youth soccer shortly after we made it there. Even though I talk to them fairly regularly, I haven’t seen them since my mom’s funeral over four years ago. I haven’t been to their house for nine years, and it’s been eleven for Becky, but it immediately felt like home again. Memo and Maria are awesome.

After a little while, their son Franco stopped by to pick up his sons so we got a chance to visit with him for a little while. It’s good to see him, and we are excited to spend time with his family. He’s got a pretty busy schedule, and his kids are still in school, but they’ve always been great about making time to spend with us when we’ve seen them either here or in California.

It was a good evening. The kids were just happy playing and not traveling. Becky loves it here even though I have to translate for her a lot. Maria’s English is getting better though. Memo and I watched soccer, and it was fun even though Switzerland lost to Turkey at the last minute. And, of course, Maria prepared a wonderful dinner. Homemade pizza made by a real Italian chef from Naples. We were in heaven. It’s great to be here.