I then contended with more bouts of diarrhea and discomfort, and the timing couldn’t have been worse because Julie ended up observing one of the most surreal sunsets she had seen. All I could do was listen to her descriptions and rely on the photos that she took.
It wasn’t until I was finally done with the porcelain god that I went out to see for myself, but by then, then sun was gone. Damn!…
- Day 6: LEI, NO SI SENTE BENE
- Day 7: THAT’S MARMORE
- Day 8: THE HOLLYWOOD REALIZATION
- Day 9: MY NAME IS LUCCA
- Day 10: THE RETURN OF OUR APPETITE
- Day 11: TRADING FLORENCE FOR NATURE