After a week in the mountains, it was time to return home. Robert arranged for a bus transfer to the airport, which turned out to be a perfect choice. After less than two hours, we arrived at Valeria Cetullo Airport, where we enjoyed a delicious octopus salad and sardines with onions and raisins after a smooth check-in process. A glass of Amarone Masi 2008 complemented the array of flavors. Pia devoured her potatoes and a substantial portion of seafood. In good spirits, we boarded the plane. In the row ahead of us sat three heavily sedated skiers who, inspired by our little one, began discussing the essence of parenthood. The most cheerful passenger, named Wacek, after drinking another diluted bottle of whiskey with Coca-Cola, made a rather interesting statement, which I will quote in its original form... In our daughter's mouth, "Mother" is love, it's a feeling, but the word "Father" is fking powerful, it's such a fking force. "Daddy...