Upon landing in Rome, I immediately started to find the spark within myself that had been missing for so long. Despite the November night air and rain, I immediately headed over to the Vatican to just drink it all in. I had dreamed of going to Italy for a dozen or more years and was in absolute awe of my surroundings. I found a quaint (yet very overpriced -- even for Italy standards) pizzeria and had the most charming waiter. Maybe he is programed to give "extra value" service, but he was so sweet and lovely to me. I found it. It didn't take long, but I found it. The spark inside that had been extinguished for so many years. It was there all the time and I just needed to feed the flame to have it grow inside of me.
I had a few other fabulous flirtations and one of the most noteworthy came in St. Paul's Cathedral where one of the Swiss Guards hit on me during a Sunday night mass. He offered to give me a private tour of the Duomo -- code word for making out in the bell tower. So sweet, but not interested.
I moved on to Firenze and found the most homey and comfortable bed and breakfast / hostel in Italy. The manager, a very handsome and young guy named Salih greeted me and the two Canadian girls from Rome that I had recruited to come with me to Firenze. One of the girls was giving Salih a very hard time and I was mortified. Still, the three of us headed out into Firenze for what would become a life changing trip.
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