I’ve been fortunate enough to have quite a few visitors come through in the last few weeks here in Italy, with the promise of more to come. As a solo traveler, I’ve certainly gotten used to moving at my own pace and doing most everything according to my own preference, mood, or idea at the… Continue reading What’s Mine is Yours

I’m sitting here in my apartment on a Friday night eating strawberries. Strawberries that taste so good, they are bringing me to tears. It’s like I’ve been eating a poor imitation of what strawberries are truly meant to taste like my entire life. While this is an awesome (albeit damning) revelation in itself, it also… Continue reading Friday Night In: Crying, Eating Strawberries