My mom is back...

...from Munich, the jewel of Bavaria, the "most northern Italian city", the home of our Holy Father, and of my mom. I lived there from age eight until age twenty one, and it will always seem like "home" to me.

Mother came by for a bit to tell me about what has changed and what has not since we left. The EUC has been good for Germany apparently: my mother says that quality goods are to be had at very reasonable prices. No wonder Wal-Mart went bust there and had to close.

I look forward to sitting with her to look at the 500-odd photos she returned with on her camera.