Years ago when I was a 14-year-old teenage boy, I learned that my father had another name. In the United States, he’s known as Tony, and all my cousins—I have lots of cousins—call him Uncle Tony. 1,067 more words
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Steph visiting was like a fresh perspective of my mental state. It went from “I’m doing great being alone this is fine” to, “I met a chicken today she seems cool” to, “I made friends with this chicken she is all I have we braided our hair and swapped secrets and I love her” to “a human friend came and we ate my other friend” to “I hope I don’t meet anyone else this could get weird”. 1,577 more words
I hope everyone has had a nice start to the holiday season.
Now it’s time to continue my adventure in Italy.
I’ll start by saying two things: 1) I did not have a good introduction to Rome at all and 2) this experience may have colored my overall perception, but I didn’t care for Rome much at all. 2,941 more words
“He’s a phenomenon. When an attacker at age 21 is so strong and so prolific it means he is a great one.”
Luciano Gaucci wasn’t one for subtlety.1,143 more words
And so we come to the final post of this epic series featuring extracts of my 1993-1994 travel journal…
We’ve just come from Pompeii and Naples to spend our last couple of days in Rome, including a day trip to Perugia. 788 more words