Dear Diary,
The cutest waiter at a café spoke Italian, English, and German. I don't know what else to say about him except that after a margarita I was tempted to pinch his... errr... wallet. I left his tip in a big lipstick heart instead.
13 August 20:00
Dear Diary,
A conversation I had on the street:
BOY: Alò!
ME: Hello
BOY: Yes?
ME: No!
13 August 20:02
Dear Diary,
As I was checking out of the hostel this morning, the girl in front of me looked strangely familiar.... I was telling Alli about how I was pretty sure she was my long lost friend Tirzah, but that I could be sure. We rounded the corner, and there she was again! And it was Tirzah!
We've spent the past 4 hours catching up. :) She is heading towards the end of 3 mos. abroad. I can't believe we ran into each other in Italy. THIS RULEZ!!
14 August 13:10
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I know it's unreal you ran into Tirzah. Just another fabulous memory for you. How precious it all is.
Notice the department stores. The men's section for clothes is as large as the women's. Those Italian men are such God's.
Love Grannie
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