4 suitcases, 3 carry-ons, 4 flights of stairs, and an iron door that looks like a bank vault. Nuns, cappuccino, prosciutto, a priest, puppies, another cappuccino, more nuns, oh look, another priest. A toilet with no tank (how? how does that work?). Fountains. A church. Another church. More dogs. Nuns. More churches. Vin Santo. Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Ancient ruins & cats. A fountain. More dogs. More priests. More nuns. More churches. Passeggiata & Gelato. Dogs. Nuns. Priests. Wine. Priests. Dogs. Nuns. Wine. A Triton punching a Pegasus. Nuns. Churches. Churches. So. Many. Churches. Wine. A priest. The most peanut flavored peanut I've ever eaten. A traveling Spanish band. Wine. Dogs. Churches. Priests (apparently nuns aren't allowed to be out after 9pm, cuz it was all dogs and priests after that). Burrata with truffles that made me cry it was so exquisite. The best amatriciana & cacio e pepe we've ever had. Wine. Espresso. Grappa. A priest. A dog. A long walk. 4 flights of stairs, and back to the bank vault door. Vin Santo.
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