Italian Kisses

Claire Chandler

The first time an Italian kissed me I was eating pasta. A big plate of pasta.

Soon after my arrival, I fell into a crowd of Brazilians and Italians, and lets just say they love to touch and kiss. Every time one greets another, a kiss is placed on each cheek. My friend Esmee informed me that a third kiss is exchanged in Holland.
I noticed too that my new friends would hold my hand, touch my back, or rest their arm on mine while talking. At the beginning it was a bit uncomfortable. Whooh, why ya touching me? Once I understood though, it has been nice. I’ve been kissed more in a month here than six at home. Not bad Claire, not bad.

Another thing I love doing with my friends is exchanging dinner. Salzburg is an expensive tourist city, so we needed to find a cheap way to…

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Claire Chandler

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