Chapter EightMUNICH HAD BEEN a disaster. Dante loved the city, but this time around, it had been hell. He’d gone there for Pride because he needed to experience the City Hall turned into a huge night club. He’d marched in the parade with a group of local travel bloggers, he’d danced the night away, cruising every separate area of the large building and its yard, moving to different kinds of music, but then it had all gone to s**t. First, a hangover to rule them all, caused by too much tap beer and not enough food. Then, food poisoning. And finally, an airline strike that had gotten his flight canceled.
The strike itself would have been bearable if the airport hotel hadn’t been that bad. A bachelor party next door had kept him awake, then a few delays and loads of running to catch his conn
