I wonder how many churches…
I wonder how many cannoli’s…
I wonder how many cobblestones and steps and benches.
It seems to be a theme in my blog, the travel overload is becoming apparent.
But I speak it aloud to remind myself that if I cease to look on the world with the eyes of a child, I will cease to be worthy of the thing that I love to do.
I may forget the name of this place or that church or that cafe, but I will never take it for granted that I was blessed enough to be there.
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The one who cleans the inscription may be just as important as the one who’s name the inscription bears. One will not exist without the other.
Stay tuned…
-Noah D.
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