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At 24, bones still wet with dew from the dawn of adulthood, I took an adventure.
And by adventure, I mean vacation. For the price of a month’s rent in Boston, I had purchased the illusion of adventure, bookended by cushy, leather airline seats and documented by a camera with more horsepower than the Apollo missions. My destination? Iceland.
I spent four lovely days in Rome during the summer of 2008, on world tour with the Dins. Amidst wayward sight-seeing adventures and raucous nights out, we sang a series of energy-filled concerts (including a particularly memorable event at the US Consul General’s pad). I took this photo from the back of a taxi en route to the Trevi Fountain, and I felt it encapsulated in a strange way my time in Roma.
