1. Watching my one-year-old son joyfully drive his little plastic green car at the top of the Castel San’Angelo, Saint Peter’s dome in the background.
2. A Sunday in Luxembourg, August 1978: All of the exchanges were closed. On our two-day train ride to Florence (where we’d spend nine months) my mother, sister, and I survived on Coke and a couple of breakfast rolls.
3. Meeting an Italian housewife whose only English was singing “On Top of Spaghetti” to my toddler.
4. Getting advice on how to cook rabbit sausage in the Place Monge organic market.
5. Listening to my older son play Bach on a piano in the hot, deserted expanse of Paternoster Square, London.
6. Wandering through the village in India where my parents spent the two years immediately prior to my birth while schoolchildren clamored for my autograph.
7. Riding a bicycle through Admiralty Arch into Trafalgar Square.
8. Realizing on my first major road trip as a mother that I wasn’t able to easily pump breast milk in the car.
10. Meeting my neighbor in Austin (leg seven of eight in a 13-month trip) and having him say “Welcome to Texas! We’re glad to have you!”