After a rainy 24 hours in Geneva, Joseph and I set off on a 4-hour train ride to Milan. We’d been traveling for over a week – from Colorado to Iceland to London to Switzerland – and we were tired. We’re introverted homebodies, and being out and about in foreign countries wears us out.

When we crossed the border into Italy, we suddenly got excited. We didn’t realize how much we’d been longing for familiarity until we got a taste of it. Our train pulled into the beautiful station in Milan that we’ve visited half a dozen times, and we suddenly felt totally at home. Everything changed, like a switch was hit. It was completely unexpected and completely wonderful. I no longer regretted the way I’d planned our trip, spending a week in Italian cities we’d been to before. This week was a refuge towards the end of an exhausting and exciting vacation.

Joseph and I spent months planning our 10th anniversary trip. 7 cities, 7 plane rides, 8 hotels – 18 carefully-planned days. This quick trip to Switzerland was one of our last editions, and we really did it for one reason: we wanted a snowy winter wonderland. Unfortunately, as happens, our…

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My mom taught me to knit and purl when I was 14. Throughout high school I made many scarves (most were red and gold – the color of the Gryffindor house) and a few iPod cases (back when iPods were so big). All with cheap yarn, those two stitches, and…

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Part 2 of posts about our 18-day trip to celebrate our 10th anniversary. Click here to read all the posts! Our second stop was in London, where we spent three and a half days, which really is no time at all in London. I planned this portion of the trip…

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