The last full day of our trip, we drove to Pisa for the day. It is kind of a tourist trap, honestly, but like most of these towns in Italy, justifiably so. Once you get past the sketchy African guys trying to sell you fake Rolexes in the parking lot, you join the flow of (mostly Italian) tourists headed toward the Piazza del Duomo, home to the Tower, the Duomo (cathedral) and the Campo Santo, a huge cemetery full of interesting monuments.
It was a gorgeous day, perfect for sightseeing and photography. But, the best part of the day (and of the whole trip, really) is that there is considerable evidence that the Teenager is now coming out of that tiresome period in which kids want nothing whatsoever to do with their parents. He not only wanted to drive to Italy with his dad, but he showed a genuine interest in the sights, especially all the mysterious symbols and inscriptions in the Campo Santo–which really are worthy of a Dan Brown novel. The pizza was a hit too, of course 🙂
I am so thankful that so many things are falling into place lately. My husband’s career, our next post, and now my son is finally becoming the kind and well-mannered young man I always knew was lurking in there somewhere. I have a feeling this will be a good next couple of years–despite all the moving around!
Well, That Was Different 