Eloise’s Rome

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“How do you say pizza in Italian?” —Eloise

“Look at those people down there. They’re so tiny they look like crumbs,” said Eloise on top of the St. Peter’s Basilica dome.

“This is my worst fear.” Eloise climbing inside the wall in the dome.

“Kids, tell me something that was worse than the museums,” I said. “Kronk’s New Groove,” Eloise said immediately.

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“Italy is so relaxing,” —Eloise, as we scoot along on a Lime before dinner

“I want to give you a round of applause for paying all this money for this,” Eloise said shyly to Chris. “I can’t believe we’re on our trip. Thank you for planning all this,” she said to me.