Flying out of Frankfurt I got to briefly glimpse of the landscape. Coming from California, it's such a nice change to see undeveloped land. All that green. Stands of trees with wisps of fog tucked away in them. So beautiful.
Which left me with no worthy way to describe flying over the Alps, then Italy. Farmland, orchards, forests, wide rivers (the Po?) and terracotta roofs dotting the landscape (adding to the landscape instead of detracting from it). I understand there are not-so-pretty parts of Italy as much as any country, but this was amazing.
The train ride from Milano to Genova was also amazing. And while we were on the bus and train I noticed something, but I want to know...do all Europeans smell so freaking good? The French boys on the bus next to us smelled so good. And the Italian men on the train platform that we walked past smelled so good I wanted to devour them. According to my mother, Italians either do not wear fragrance or they simply know what subtlety is. I've only been here for two days, but I've been out walking through crowded places for most of the last 48 hours and I have yet to walk through someone's cologne or perfume cloud. The last time that happened to me, I was in the airport in Philadelphia.
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