Tales of travel and adventure.
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I was looking at a broken man with a broken heart trying to piece his life back together.
I’ve discovered that a city, while you’re vacationing there, behaves similar to a person on a really good first date.
The silence, the clouds and the gloom excited me.
I got buzzed off of two small bottles of wine like the European housewives who were also enjoying the dionysiac concoction.
All of my ocular advances did not go unrequited as she finally looked at me head on, eye to eye.
Rome is an open air museum. Everywhere you look paints a picture-perfect scene.