...that one day I will be able to return to Europe with both my parents, my brother and sister and their kids. We'll climb up to the peak of Milan's Cathedral and I will be able to hear my brother remark about the astounding architecture, the unbelievable detail and how long they must have worked and how hard to finish such a masterpiece. I can sit at a cafe in Rome and chat with my sister about what people are wearing and which outfits she'll love to try and how much we missed out on bonding as single women. I'll be able to have raclette with my parents and use the only frech phrase I can confidently speak l'addition si vous plait (bill please). I'll be able to go to other European cities that I've never been to, like Venice maybe, and we can all explore together. I'll be taking a canal tour in Venice and worry about one of the kids falling off the gondola, or of them moving too much to rock the boat.
I also dream that my first visit to South America will be with my friends, and we can all wonder and gush about how revealing the swimsuits and how women can actually wear them. We'll go out at night and party like crazy because after all, partying together in such an exotic place is a once in a lifetime experience. At daytime we'll find some place to just chill and watch people, the most enjoyable past time of all, all the while chatting, talking, and recounting some funny experience we've had in the past.
Maybe someday. I hope someday.
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wats up ate mae! nice page you gots here! mayn and i checked out your picture gallery too and mayn the family looks soo nice i wish i was there!
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