My Florentine melancholy didn’t last very long. I was sitting on the train to Venice and across the car was another girl, clearly a seasoned traveler. She munched on a bag of granola while she read out of a tattered paperback and leaned on her well-loved backpack. She was a girl after my own heart, and her name was Jen. It didn’t take long before we were sharing stories of our different travels and we decided to explore Venice together. [Read more]
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The Way I Wander 
What a lovely adventure in Venice. I really loved how you met Jen. Been there and loved that 😉
Reblogged this on My Europe Album.
I liked it very much, hence reblogged it. Thanks for sharing !