Yup. I am WAAAAAAYY behind.
But in truth, the fourth week is my least favorite thing to post about. I mean, think about it. It means the end. It means it’s all over. It means all these amazing ladies are back home and we are here. All alone. And very, very bored.
But we all need closure and the fourth week is always the time for super bonding (can it really be the over?!). Our fourth week also happened to include the ever-favorite trip to Cinque Terre (hiking, beaching, pesto eating and more), our second visit to the Ronald McDonald House in Florence (where we made an American-style cake for our friends there), our second cooking class (where we made FRESH pasta!), a picnic in the Boboli gardens, fireworks (we don’t mess around), a glorious carousel ride and the (sob) final dinner.
Ugh. Wish we had a time machine.