I remember the time when, for some reason, I was on a train alone going from Florence to Rome and an Italian soldier and I fell in love (and I'm not one to fall for military guys.) Funny thing is - we didn't speak at all. We just used our eyes and that was all fun and games until the train arrived in Rome, and we both got off and went our separate ways. He to the right and I to the left. Left only with a vague memory.
We found this little pupsicle in a field in Macedonia. That was almost two months ago and I haven't seen it since. (you can't really skype with a dog you know)
It's probably almost a full-grown collie by now and I feel like I've left my child overseas.
