When I travel. To France. For the holidays. With my Italian
amore. I’ll not be the typical tourist. I shun the usual touristy stuff. I’ll
leave that to dear Cristina. Of course, I’ll tag along. But I'll also be
internalizing the experience. From inside my soul. Looking for a long-lasting spiritual
perspective. Real meaning. It may well be. How I relate to Cristina. And to France, the country. I expect it all to percolate. Beyond my stay.
In indelible ways. --Jim Broede
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