Pinocchio

My good friend from high school went to Italy on a study abroad and then returned as a Mormon missionary. She loves Italy. When I found out that I was going to visit Italy, I asked her for some suggestions. Her helpful and well-thought out recommendations became my guidebook. Thanks to her help I was able to see and appreciate Italy even more.
About fifteen years ago she brought me home a Pinocchio from Italy. On my first day in Rome I saw some Pinocchios for sale. I thought of my friend as a missionary in Italy, thinking of me. I bought one out of nostalgia. Throughout the week I kept running into Pinocchio, a constant reminder of my dear friend.