Day 9, 10 – A Stroll Down Memory (Not Mine) Lane

The Italian countryside between Roma and Firenze is whipping by as I write this. It’s only my second time on a high speed train, but the process is beginning to feel familiar. On day 9 of our trip, Cara, Erica, and I enjoyed a basic breakfast at the restaurant connected to our hostel (looking back,Continue reading “Day 9, 10 – A Stroll Down Memory (Not Mine) Lane”