Jaxon
What a vacation! I'd been to Italy before of course. Tons of times, in fact. And it was always good. The food, the art, the music, the people. It always somehow felt like home to me. But this time, this was something special. Maybe I was getting soft, but being with Sara made the trip an entirely different experience for me.
I had ordered a bottle of champagne from room service to celebrate how fantastic things were going for us, when I realized that I had forgotten something: the strawberries. A bottle of Dom Perignon and fresh strawberries was just the thing to make the evening even more perfect. There was a little bakery just around the corner, Giovanni's, and I saw some nice ones, chocolate covered, in the window. It wasn't too late to make a run before they closed. Sara was o
