One more country left.
Endless summer.
Two hot Italian girls on RyanAir flight (what?!)
Got Jenna, Shan, ?, two girls, richie to sign my book.
Roma started off on the wrong foot but left a nice after taste. Made friends, had a great dinner (Spanish steps, Trevi fountain, Matty and the restaurant, three pizzas, two beers, loud Americans), everything worked out.
Almost didn't make the plane (check in 13:49, gate close 14:15).
But I did and Italy is complete. Now last country is España. Again, always nervous at the point of departure but upon arrival, always feeling good.
I feel that each jump becomes a little easier but then less painful to leave people behind?? Not sure if that's a good thing.
Oh man, I'm going to Ibiza!
Out here, girls use real lipsticks, none of themat lipgloss