It’s the Little Things

It’s really really weird to go meet friends for a drink and walk by the Pantheon; but it’s the little things that blow my American mind. Like the key to my apartment. What??

P.S. Internet has been hard/expensive to come by.  I need a few more days to learn the ropes around here.

ciao ciao.

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