Too Much of a Good Thing

En route back to Zurich where grandpa had to depart from in two days, we spent the night in a little Italian town called Aosta, which I later found out had more Roman ruins, a fantastic history, and other interesting sights. But at this point when you see so many amazing things you become overloaded. A simple drive down the road of breathtaking views, seeing castle after castle, can quite surprisingly become "old". We are all homesick at this point - the kids and I want to go back with grandpa hey-hey but soon find out that it will cost too much. The kids are now are counting the days until we are back in New York. They deserve a lot of credit and have been good little troopers throughout this entire trip, no matter how tough or challenging. The simple things have become a chore: finding dinner (forget about breakfast, nobody even believes in breakfast!), washing clothes, taking a shower...and let’s not even talk about the most resented topic: the euro. Dorothy said it right, "There’s no place like home."