I do not think there are more diverse places in the world, but I just realized I can’t live without either of the two.
Rome has my heart, my family, my old time friends and my soul, but Boulder has my youth, my crazy climbing trips, my accomplices and my free spirt (yeah, at one point I was a hippie too!)
So, what the hell am I doing in New York city? If only I knew it…but the important thing is coming back to my roots once in a while and finding out I still belong somewhere else where 80 miles an hour wind gusts and mid March snow day, do not scare me.
Il resto va da se` non lo so…