We got a few cool purchases at the market.
Sam went around bartering for a sweet belt because he wanted one to match his new italian leather . . .
Shoes.
This was my saving grace that day. It is everyday. Actually about twice everyday.
I feel like if he can do stuff like this, he probably could get a sweet job somewhere and not have to do chalk on the streets. But maybe he likes drawing on the sweets, maybe he feels like it challenges himself? I didn't ask him, so I can't tell ya.
Ponte Vecchio.
Reagan+ Sam+ Ponte Vecchio=
Cool Italian with crazy red curls. Yes, they were natural- and Yes, he was Italian- and Yes, he did look like one of Sam's friends back from Seattle.
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Hey, I went to Florence once! It's where I got my leather bag. I'm glad you guys had such a fun trip. You are living a dream. Yay for living your dreams, and for coming home and telling me about them. Love you!
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