As the past 15 days breezed right past as if it were nothing I had many moments to myself to reflect. I suppose its easy to do when you are surrounded by a country full of beautiful single people. So many are betrothed to one another but a meager few acutally married. I was always the marrying kind but when it all comes down to it perhaps not. Traveling as a single is much easier than two. One suitcase, one passport and one responsible party. In a country full of singles its to any wonder why anyone would want to be married. Making expensive international phone calls to a man who had no interest in what you were doing or if you were still standing. Lucky if he so much as took the call at all. And when you were greeted by the sound of his voice how were you to expect that the sound on the other line would be so dissatisfied with you unbenounced. So is it any wonder as I embark on my last few hours in this beautiful city full of history and beauty; am I alone in it or is it alone in me?
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