Life Travel Writing: Not As Glamorous as You Thought
Music writing isn’t either, but at least no one’s ever stolen my pants.
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Music writing isn’t either, but at least no one’s ever stolen my pants.
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I had my pants stolen in Florence, Italy. Both pairs of jeans I was travelling with were taken from a hostel dryer while I was sitting outside on the lawn in my bicycle shorts (minimally acceptable for a hostel - not so cool in downtown Florence). It really dampened my otherwise fondness for Florence.