Today I cried a few times.
Once this morning because I was sad I was leaving Agerola
Second shortly after when a man pulled up for his morning caffe and looked just like my late grandfather, plus the entire vibe of literally everything I got a little weepy.
Third, when I thought of how much I love my dog lol
Fourth, when within an hour of being in Rome I was walking into a random church , no line, no crowd, no payment, and I got to see the most beautiful Caravaggio painting, with my own eyes.
It was a mix of the excitement my mom had in showing me her fav spots, how I saw her come alive and be at home, and the striking beauty of the art, I was just completely overwhelmed with emotion walking into my first church in Rome.
A moment Iβll never forget.
Trip Iβll never forget.
And finally, now. Thinking about how lucky I am, how much I love my mom and how thankful I am for this journey with her.