My Birthday Baby

  Twenty-four hours.

  That's basically what it takes to get from our home in California to Pizzeria Remo in Rome, Italy.

  It was a very close call this trip, as our flight from London to Rome was delayed one hour, and we know Remo closes at 1am.

  After dropping our bags off at our favorite spot to stay, we ran-walked...it was 12.30!

  

We made it just in time, and a mere 45 minutes into my Baby's Birthday, he was smiling as we dug into the best pizza in the world...we are 9 hours ahead, so his B-Day came a bit early.

Margherita with buffalo mozzarella.
What can I say?

Johnny entranced by what was going on at the next table.
The waiter was flirting with two cuties.

  All the hard work was worth it.

  Travel gets harder as we get older, but I gotta say, if there is pizza like this at the end of a brutal 24 hour journey, we're in!

Happy Birthday, Baby.