Henry got home this afternoon from his school trip to Italy. He looked tan, handsome and taller, and I was so excited to see him and wrap my arms around him that I failed to take a picture. He chattered non-stop on the way home, telling us about everything that he did and saw, and then he gave me a present and I practically burst into tears. The kids went to a leather factory, and he picked out and bought me the above leather journal and had it stamped with my initials. Can you even believe that a fourteen year old boy would be so thoughtful? I saw it and knew right away I would have to get you one, Mom, he said. When we got home, I showed him my little leather travel diary that I wrote faithfully in the entire summer I traveled in Europe after graduating from college. We realized that I was in Italy, in the same cities, on the exact same dates, 28 years ago. Wow, Henry said, You wrote it all down. I didn't write a thing, but it's all up here. Now, I'm flipping through his iPhone and looking at Italy through his eyes.