Guest Author: jch42019
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The three weeks I spent in Cortona, Italy in May certainly changed my life. As I type this, I sit in my room in Athens, surrounded by a few bottles of wine I ordered to be shipped from Italy. Mind you, the bottles are unopened, after all, it is noon and I would never consider…
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Author’s Note: the main content of this post was composed before my departure. Perfectionism has delayed the submission of the post, but c’est la vie, or whatever the equivalent Italian phrase is. “When do you leave?” he asks, quietly. “May eleventh.” I reply, equally as quietly. We sit in a stunned silence, realizing that…