TRAVELER
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The world over the air is filled with anticipation in December, for some it may be the expectation of snowy days, for others the prospect of a brand-new, hopefully more prosperous year around the corner, for children, the magic of Santa Claus and gifts, for me: Europe’s Christmas revel.
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Almost ritually, fall is my time for new beginnings, much like the leaves I pack my bags and leave to somewhere exciting in the old continent.
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To think of summer and not think of Italy is like buying cereal for breakfast and forgetting to buy milk, in fact, for some of us, all we can think of this time of year (all year really) is to pack up and leave for la dolce vita once some more. Forever it has been…
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If the States felt like home in more ways than one would expect, Southeast Asia felt like planets away.