Chapter Thirty-One
It’s an odd feeling, stepping onto land in another country and knowing that it’s the other side of the world, yet the ground still feels exactly like the ground at home. I haven’t travelled nearly enough yet to have become used to it. And Caleb was right—of course—about travelling alone. The moment I first catch sight of St. Peter’s Basilica, I’m so overcome with excitement that I want to grab the nearest person and point it out to them. It’s so much less fun not having someone to share that excitement with.
When I’ve finally navigated various forms of public transport and found the bed and breakfast apartment I’m staying in, I collapse onto the bed. The tiny room is nice enough, and I can’t help falling asleep almost immediately. I remain asleep for most of my first d
