It is half past 1 in Rome and I’m freshly showered and in bed. Although Tammy and I arrived much later than expected, we still took advantage of our time by befriending our hostel mates Fizz from Canada and Mr. Brazil from Sao Paolo and went to an amazing outdoor restaurant where I indulged in thin crust pizza al proscuitto and tiramisu.
Dad – if only you could have heard the crunch of the crust when I bit into it. I swear, it was the best pizza I’ve ever had.
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