The One Where I Went Paragliding Over The Swiss Alps
Maybe I’ll start backwards. Why not? There are no rules here, so let’s go expLaur–in reverse. Ready? All right, here we go: As I type, the Milan train station is getting farther and farther away, and in turn, Verona is getting closer and closer. The Italian sky outside my window is a dark, blueish gray and has a certain misty sadness. I have to remind myself that the cities passing me by are all filled with unique stories of their own. The train wheels screech and squeal lik