Bambina! Bellissima!

Just in case we didn't make this clear earlier, everyone with a baby should travel to Italy at least once. At several of the restaurants we ate at, the waiter would pick Baby up and walk her around (men gushed just as much as women), or would have the whole kitchen staff come out to to see her. While walking around the Doge's Palace, we must have had at least five guards come up to us and start complimenting her in Italian. At breakfast every morning in the hotel we would look forward to seeing Roberta and Lucia, who would not only gush about Baby, but would even sing songs to her. It's like the anti-Switzerland in that regard (usually we're made to feel self-conscious for bringing Baby out in public here, whereas in our two trips to Italy most of the time we have been quite literally welcomed with open arms).