I want to start off this blog with a little bit of ’splaining. When I travel, I write. I always have. It’s one of the few true forms of expression I genuinely love to do... whether it’s here, rambling on my blog... or scribbled into one of my many memory books. I have quite a few of them. Writing things down is how I make sense of things... no matter what they are. It’s where my ( occasional & perceived ) humour meets honesty ( often mixed with a bit of exaggeration ) ...and
You won’t believe what happened to me.
Most of my blog could start that way. Seriously.
ZC and I were exploring Siena the other day... and we happened to come across a local market. It was mostly clothes, plants, and shoes... nothing touristy at all... and no artisan stalls. BUT... I happened to find a hoodie that looked cozy... and it was only €6. Steal of a deal! It was off-white, which isn’t usually my best colour, but for that price… and because it felt so snug, I bou