In September of 2009, T and I took our biggest adventure yet: Our dream trip to Italy. My favorite place in Tuscany was a tiny hill town called San Gimignano. We rode in the top of a double decker bus out of Florence to get here, around sharp curves with loose gravel and steep drops on one side. It was not a ride for the faint of heart or the weak of stomach. But the town was definitely worth it. 
We ate lunch (the best sandwich I've ever had!) over looking this.
T and I are not souvenir people, but I found something in this tiny shop that I knew we would keep forever.
We hung it up yesterday.
It deserved such a special place in our house that it took us forever to decide where to hang it. It had to be a spot that we would see often.
When I look at our Italy tile, the memories of the tiny hill town, the little shops, and the most amazing sandwich I've ever eaten come flooding back. I love having our travel mementos out where we can see them. Welcome out of the basement my beautiful tiled friend. :)
We ate lunch (the best sandwich I've ever had!) over looking this.
T and I are not souvenir people, but I found something in this tiny shop that I knew we would keep forever.
We hung it up yesterday.
It deserved such a special place in our house that it took us forever to decide where to hang it. It had to be a spot that we would see often.
When I look at our Italy tile, the memories of the tiny hill town, the little shops, and the most amazing sandwich I've ever eaten come flooding back. I love having our travel mementos out where we can see them. Welcome out of the basement my beautiful tiled friend. :)
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