Strumming on my chitarra

Strumming on my chitarra

It was a fateful day in middle school; one I had been looking forward to for what seemed like years. I remember it as if it were yesterday; the moment the fifth grade students were allowed to choose a musical instrument to play for the year. I was locked in on that...
Steaking our Florence

Steaking our Florence

Florence. Firenze. Florencia. Florenz. Φλωρεντία. 佛罗伦萨. Anyway you say it, Florence sounds dreamy. I was lucky enough to spend a weekend there with my love, and it was indeed dreamy. But it was also hot. Real hot. Sweaty hot. Like must have a hotel with a rooftop pool...