No Place Like Home

As Dorothy said, “there’s no place like home”.

This spring, in anticipation of leaving Milano, I had my eye open for some symbolic “ruby slippers” and found these at a little street market for 20 euro. They’re not really for wearing, but rather to have as a visual reminder of what I’ve just done, where I left and what I’ve come home to.

2 Responses to “No Place Like Home”

  1. patru says:

    And your cheese sign! Perfect!

  2. mimif says:

    Welcome home, Maureen! Been thinking about you while reading “Eat, Pray, Love”. We (Todd and I) want to see you soon…when can we get together?

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