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Food, Prayer and Love Chapter 13 (25): An irresistible pace
still

in spite of

Travel is the greatest love of my life. I always thought

Since I was 16 years old, I went to Russia for the first time with the nanny fee I saved.

Travel is worth any cost or sacrifice. My love for travel is loyal and unchangeable.

Because I am not always loyal and constant in other loves. I feel about traveling like a happy new mother feels about her impossible things.

Hernia painful

Uneasy newborn baby-I just don't care what it puts me through. Because I like it. Because this is mine. Because it looks exactly like me. If it wants, it can spit all over me-I don't care.

Nevertheless, traveling is still a great hobby in my life. Since 16 went to Russia for the first time with the salary saved by working as a nanny, I have always felt that traveling is worth paying any price and sacrifice. My love of travel is as loyal as my other hobbies. I feel the same way about travel as a happy new mother feels about her difficult, prominent and restless child-I don't care about the rigorous test I have to go through. Because I love him. Because he is mine. Because he looks exactly like me. He can throw up all over me. I don't care.

anyway/no matter what/ in any case

For a flamingo,

I am not completely helpless in this world. I have my own set of survival skills. I am very patient. I know how to travel light. I am a fearless eater. But my greatest travel talent is that I can make friends with anyone. I can make friends with the dead. I once made friends with a war criminal in Serbia.

He invited me and his family to spend their holidays in the mountains. It is not that I will proudly list the Serbian massacre as one of my closest people (I have to make friends with him for a story)

So that he won't hit me)

But I'm just saying-I can do it. If there is no one else around to talk to

I might make friends with a pile of four-foot gypsum boards. That's why I'm not afraid to travel to the most remote places in the world.

Not if humans meet there. Before I went to Italy, people asked me

"Do you have friends in Rome?" I just shake my head, no

I thought to myself

But I will.

Anyway, for a flamingo, I am not completely helpless in this world. I have my own set of survival skills. I am very patient. I know how to travel light. I eat everything. But one of my travel talents is being able to make friends with "anyone". I can make friends with the dead. I once made friends with a war criminal in Serbia. He invited me and his family to go to the mountains for a holiday. I am not honored to list the Serbian murderer as my next of kin (because of a story, I have to be friends with him for fear that he will hit me), but what I want to say is-I can do it. If there is no one around to talk to, I may be able to make friends with gypsum boards piled one meter high. Because of this, I am not afraid to travel to the most remote places in the world, even if I can't meet humans there. Before I went to Italy, someone asked me, "Do you have any friends in Rome?" I just shook my head and said no, but I wanted to, but I wanted to have it.

usually

You met your friend by chance when you were traveling.

Like sitting next to them on the train.

Or in a restaurant.

Or in the holding cell. But these are all encounters.

You should never rely entirely on luck. For a more systematic approach

The ancient system of "letter of introduction" (now it is more likely to be an email) still exists.

Introduce you formally to an acquaintance. This is a good way to meet people.

If you are ashamed to call and invite yourself to dinner. So before I go to Italy,

I asked everyone I knew in America if they had any friends in Rome.

I am happy to tell you that I was sent abroad with a list of Italian contacts.

Generally speaking, you will meet your friends by chance during your trip, such as sitting next to each other on the train, in a restaurant or in a detention center. But these are just accidental encounters. You should never rely entirely on accidental encounters. A more planned method still exists, that is, the great and ancient "letter of introduction" system (more likely email today) formally introduces you to acquaintances. This is an excellent way to make friends. If you are thick-skinned enough to sell yourself, go to your house for dinner. So before I went to Italy, I asked all the people I knew in America if they had any friends in Rome. And I am happy to tell you that when I went abroad, I brought a long list of Italian contact information.

Of all the nominees on my list of potential new Italian friends,

I really want to know a man named. . . Cheer up. . . Luca spaghetti. Luca spaghetti is a good friend of my good friend Patrick mcdevitt.

I have known him since college. This is indeed his name.

I swear to God.

I'm not making this up. This is crazy. I mean-think about it. Imagine spending your life under a name like Patrick mcdevitt?

In my list of possible candidates for new Italian friends, the name I want to know most is … Please get ready … Lucas? Luca spaghetti. Pasta is a good friend of Patrick Wei Dai, whom I met in college. This is indeed his name. I swear to God, I didn't make it up. This is so weird. I mean-how can you imagine being called "spaghetti" all your life?

anyway/no matter what/ in any case

I plan to contact Luca Spita as soon as possible.

eat

pray

love

Anyway, I intend to contact spaghetti as soon as possible.

Lexical touch:

Temporary nanny

spaghetti