Hey, lets cross the sea
And get some culture. Red wine with every meal, and absinthe after dinner. We’d look good side by side, walking back to the hotel. I’m writing and writing and writing. And I don’t want to leave this magical place, but I know that in two days, it will just be a memory. I’m working on my final letter. This is the first assignment that feels like school writing. Now all...
Chance favors the prepared mind.– Louis Pasteur