Giancarlo: Italian Mama’s Raise Their Sons Well
Time seemed to crawl waiting for nine o’clock to arrive. Giancarlo was going to take me sightseeing in the heart of historic Rome; at least that’s what he had told me earlier. I was anxious; if he showed, that would be great, I enjoyed his company earlier that day – if he was a no-show I would be fine, after all I was in Rome, what could be better? I had the window open whenever I was in my room; it was an older building and could get stuffy in…
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