Duomo in Milano

The luggage made it.  Not many thanks to Delta who couldn't find it.  A neighbor here works for the airport and was able to locate it for me.  I couldn't stop smiling as I wheeled it out to the car.  So I am moved in and adjusted to the 7 hour time difference. I write this at 3:00 pm and back home it is 8 am!  I am keeping a list of all my "firsts", my first cathedral, pizza, medieval walls, gelato (first 2 in one day), first Italian lesson from Teresa as we sorted Jelly Belly's.  I returned the favor by helping her with her English homework.
I confirm that they do eat pasta for every meal.