*Sigh* even weeks later, I still feel a hint of that warm Italian summer air.
Mark had never been to Italy, but I had many years ago. I thought I knew what to expect, but honestly, even retreading old footsteps felt like a new experience with perfect weather and a husband to share it with.
I have some very fond memories of living in Indonesia as a child. The balmy evenings, lush green surroundings, the spicy smells, roosters that wake you in the morning, and not to mention the friendly, gorgeous smiling Indonesians. I was instantly bought back to these memories as my husband Mark and I stepped off the plane in Bali last week.