In March 2007, Will and I took our first trip across the pond. We had a packed itinerary, starting in Paris and ending in Venice. We were twenty-somethings who hadn’t traveled much of anywhere, so this was a big deal — especially for me. I’d spent my life reading about the places I wanted to go and dreaming about the things I’d experience when I got the…
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