When In… Italy

I miss this girl. All the time. That’s the privilege of knowing and living with people in other countries. They fill your soul with kindness, your life with laughter and a few tears when you say hi and bye.

I have been to Rome at least a dozen times but this time was the best. I think I nearly broke Teresa’s bones from squeezing her so hard. She took me on a long walk around Roma Termini and we simply sat and talked. It’s always different being next to someone than speaking to them through a device.