Off to Malta

Liz, the youngest here. It's early on Monday morning and we are all buzzing about before the limo comes to pick the six of us up to go to the airport. D and I arrived on Saturday evening, and although we planned to head off to Venice with dad first thing Sunday, we were not able to be woken on the first few tries. With now limited time, we instead headed off to a small town called Sirmione, pearl of the peninsula. None of us had been there before and it looked beautiful in the book: I bought my mom a book called "One Hundred and One Beautiful Small Towns in Italy" before she moved. It was an hour and a half drive through the Po valley, and worth every second. The water of Lake Garda was crystal clear. There is a large hill in the center of town, and we hiked up a short way to find an eighth century church. Before we headed back to Milan we stopped at the most un-Italian, Italian restaurant in Italy. The waiters spoke English ... well, there was ice in our drinks, my dad received butter with his bread, and the bathrooms were huge.
Mom, T&S were in Rome when we arrived enjoying all the main sites: St Peter's, the Coliseum, Roman Forum, art, churches, and museums gallore. T was quite the tired cookie with all of the walking.
We all met up last night. D & I headed up dinner by going the the grocery store. We sauted up some veggies, made salads, and then heated up some prepackaged ravioli, prepackaged pesto, and made the MOST amazing bread (from a prepackaged dough)!
Have to run ...
Much love,
LaD, T&S and NorrisinItaly