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  • I could be anywhere in the world. It felt so simple to just sit there, with a simple magazine and my own thoughts.
    I could be anywhere in the world, but I was in the most perfect place I could be.

    Sitting inside a small cafeteria in Verona, the sky turning dark, the weather like a damp warm towel, sheeted over the historic city, I was alone for the first time in a month and a half. I had been lonely, but not alone. The loneliness seemed to go away when I situated myself inside of this café, ornamented with countless trinkets and knick knacks. I had spent the last 5 weeks traveling with my friend throughout Europe, and I was alone for the first time in the whole trip. I asked for my cappuccino in broken Italian and settled down reading a magazine I picked up at the newspaper kiosk across the street. I found it behind all the tourist maps and translator books.

    An hour and a half went by and my cup was empty. My mind was full, and I felt comfortable again. I felt like I was in a time warp, because when I went back outside, it was dark. I had lost my sense of time inside that warm, dimly lit café. I walked around Piazza Erbé, listening to all the American tourists talking about Romeo & Juliet, and how hot it was. Every now and then, I found an Italian family walking through the busy city center, looking for somewhere to escape the buzz of the tourist filled city. I normally felt like one of the tourists walking around in Europe, but then I didn't feel that way. I didn't feel like a local either. I just felt alive. I felt comfortable. I didn't feel lonely, and it felt good.



    Never under appreciate the experience of being alone.
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