Sherlock was already in bed, and didn't wake up when he went in to say goodbye, but I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't get up sometime soon to check on the situation. We searched his room for alarms, but he could have hidden one somewhere.
So...all new to me, this thing of being the one left behind. I've done some chores, and now my time is my own.
Been thinking a lot about Italy. About how it makes me feel.
I'm so glad I got to share it with John and the boys. I'm glad my family over there have met them, have seen that part of my life. I know they don't all approve - or even understand. But I'm glad they know.
I do wish that my grandparents had been around to meet them all. They took good care of me and Nicky. They helped us out a lot - coming to terms with what my dad did, and giving us a sense of identity.
Here's part of the cemetery where they're interred. We went to visit.
We put some flowers up for them, and John and the boys could see their photos. Brought them as close together as possible, I guess.
And here's the back of the family house - taken from the city wall above. My grandfather built this house - it was the first one on the road.
We used to play on the terrace there. I don't know who lives there now.
A lot of going back there...it's odd. So much is the same, the bits that are different feel all the more different.
Anyway, should probably get on with my paperwork instead of thinking about all this.
Next time, on the photoreel - we stopped in Ravenna on the way back to the airport, on our last day. Saw some mosaics that were just...totally amazing. I mean, unbelievable. I'll post some of those.
Last night dreamt about giant weasels. I ate one.