But I could not bring home Salvadori, our tour guide in Rome, nor a water taxi in Venice, nor coffee at the Cafe Florian amidst new college graduates wearing laurel wreaths for hats in Piazza San Marco. And sorry, but I left behind me the bright colors of houses on Burano, as well as the crowds at the Spanish Steps in Rome, and that first pistachio gelato at the outdoor cafe. Be glad you did not share the long hours in tight seats on flights going and coming. Also, I have spared you an unscheduled night in Heathrow because two jumbo jets could not share the same arrival gate. But, gratzi, I'm home safe-- though I would have stayed.