Tuesday, April 13, 2010
It's 1 am, my husband and I have been tossing and turning since 8:30, "the plan" to get to bed early went well, the sleeping part, not so much. "Rosa it's time to go to the airport honey", and like a bat out of hell, Rosa is up and at 'em, brushing her teeth with a little sway in her sleepy stance! Giorgio is at the door talking a mile a minute itching to board the plane with his Lightning McQueen suitcase while baby Marcello decides to have a little late night snack. Loaded up, passports in hand, Cuba here ...