Carrying Ro.
Gelato.
Alan socks.
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Hash browns at the airport.
Knowing where I’m going and not feeling like a tourist.
Cuddles with Ro. He’s incredibly sweet.
Ramen and the Japanese shop
People smiling at us with little Ro and saying picolino!
Home!
Corinne’s nipple spraying a little fountain of milk
Dark chocolate gelato
Getting back to the hostel and having a shower and washing my hair.
Milano! And knowing where I was.
Meeting Ro and giving him cuddles.
My hostel is actually pretty cool.
Three little things 