I'm ready to start telling the story of that one summer in America I will never forget. The bedtime story I will keep on telling whenever nostalgia creeps in.
That time when we were all young and foolish.
Let me throw you back in time to the days right after Labour Day. It was the first week of October and we were already in the US for two months. These days all I could talk about was traveling. Making little notes to myself to remember this and that, things that I've heard of, places that have been recommended to me and flavours that still haven't yet been tasted. It was a glorious time when the tingling in my tummy came to that point that I wouldn't mind skipping dinner out of enthusiasm. We were starting our trip on the 8th of that month and it came quicker than we'd have ever imagined.