I’m still smiling as I close out our conversation and crank up the music on my computer, halfheartedly sing-humming along to the songs I know and scrolling through the pictures I’ve taken so far this summer. I start at the beginning, my mouth watering at the rich texture of my first gelato. I’m transported back to the streets of Rome when I come to the picture of a quiet alley draped in ivy, then the Pantheon, and the Colosseum. I ache for that first day, everything about it.
I used random.org and it gave me the number 163. So page 163 it is!
It looks such a funny juxtaposition – this modern Scottish boy in an ancient castle on his brand-new phone – that I whip my camera out and snap a picture.
I pop them in my mouth and he’s right – they’re deliciously sweet, with only a hint of tang.