Birthday presents from Dyfan, Caroline, and family: Walkers Shortbread and Italian Chocolate. Fantastico! Plus a homemade card which, if you zoom in, will have an eerily familiar picture.
1930s-ish reprint of a photo of Piazza San Carlo. We walk through this piazza on the way to church.
Blowing out the Birthday Torta! The little white blob is a tealight, which is the closest thing I could find to a birthday candle.
Saturday we took a trip to the venue of which I spoke earlier. Note the charm and familiarity of the drive-through: a little slice of home, complete with minivan.
Blowing out the Birthday Torta! The little white blob is a tealight, which is the closest thing I could find to a birthday candle.
Saturday we took a trip to the venue of which I spoke earlier. Note the charm and familiarity of the drive-through: a little slice of home, complete with minivan.
Every Sunday at church they ask for brave souls who have just had a birthday to come forward. Then Ben (the man in the middle) and the congregation sing Happy Birthday to them and finish with three rousing "Hip, Hip, Hoorahs!" Today was John's turn and he shared it with Andrea (which is a boy's name over here). It was a memorable time.
Next stop, Bardonecchia!
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