Nicest thing about traveling. Isn’t so much the discovery of
places. Never seen before. But rather, and more importantly, the continuing
discovery of my beloved companion. My Italian amore, Cristina. She’s with me.
Sharing the same, often intimate travel
experiences. Morning. Noon. And night. Together. Together. Together. Though we
may get different stuff and meanings, from the same experience. But we are
able. To describe. The fullness of our
lives. To each other. More reason. To be
in love. With life. --Jim Broede
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