I'm writing from an adorable bed and breakfast in the Italian countryside owned by an elderly man who greeted us at 10pm outside of his rustic home. He was funny on the phone (and by funny, I mean abruptly short) as I called him three, four, five times trying to find his B&B among the narrow, cobblestone streets. The last call ended with a sigh (on his part) and a, "I wait for you. Goodbye." Dial tone.
We found it, nonetheless, and he ended up being the most kind and generous man. I'm excited to see what kind of beauty waits for me in the day. Who knows what little treasures we may find on this adventure.
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