All I could focus on were my poor life choices that led me to this vacation.ĭesperate for human connection of any kind, I made a rash decision: I'd leave Tuscany early and head back to Rome to Tinder my face off. If I steered my car off the road, it would just glide down a pristine hillside, crashing into nothing. I finished three books but couldn't tell you the plot of any of them. "That would suck up some time." But death wasn't even a possibility. Even if I woke up, had a leisurely breakfast, meditated, read, drove to a town, and wandered every corner of it, it would still only be 11:30am. Restaurant hosts led me to romantic tables for two, horrified. Waiters insisted on taking the second table setting away, as if to signal to everyone that no one would ever be coming to join me. Hotel concierges walked me to my rooms, confused. As I drove from town to town in the most romantic place on Earth, filled with couples and retired groups of friends from Texas (all married!), I couldn't believe I had done this. I was relaxed, open, and falling in love with me again-the whole movie thing was working! I soon realized that three days was the maximum amount of time I could spend alone and enjoy myself.
I wandered around Rome, rented a car, and headed north to wine country.
Desperate for human connection of any kind, I made a rash decision: I'd leave Tuscany early and head back to Rome to Tinder my face off.
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