in my early 20's i spent some time
wandering around europe, italy, france
sleeping in monasteries turned hostels
finding myself lost in the tuscan hills
with my brother as my travel companion and friend
the memory of that time is littered with images
taken with a plastic toy camera
i remember eating a delicious italian meal here
and wondering about the wine,
but refraining from tasting because i'm mormon.
the smells and sites are so vivid in my mind.
like a sudden rainstorm that leaves its mark.