Swedes in Italy

I think one of my favorite parts of traveling is the people you meet. It creates spontaneity and breaks me out of my shell. While we were in Italy we met a guy from the same town our mother lives in now, and we even have a mutual friend. There are times when the world doesn’t seem so large and intimidating. We also hung out with a group of Swedes, after a day or two of semi-awkward eye contact. They definitely made up for the weird, aggressive Swedes we met in Barcelona.


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