Location: Just outside of Rome
Why this picture: Today, I was looking through pictures of my summer in Spain (and one weekend in Rome), and I pin-pointed this moment as when I became good friends with my now best friend. (Please excuse nasty plane hair.) We'd known each other (besides one semester of class) for about two weeks. We landed, made it to our hostel, and decided "when in Rome" and ordered some wine at the hostel bar. He said they would be 4 euro a piece. Well, that's high, but not ridiculously high for a glass, especially for a "hotel bar," so we got a red and a white. Lo and behold, he brings us two bottles, instead of two glasses, which we thought we were getting. And so we toasted. Looking at this picture two years later, I think this is the moment. We went on to drink a lot of it ourselves but did share with some people we met at the hostel. Great, memorably weekend.
I had the time of my life.
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