I felt so bad waking Gio up this morning. Though climbing shelves to reach towels likely wasn’t the smartest idea in the world, but I thought I would be safe doing it. Turns out I wouldn’t. Thankfully, nothing was damaged, including me. Well, other than a slightly bruised ego, and somewhat bruised butt cheek, but I was most definitely not about to tell Gio that, because I had no intention of allowing him to be checking that out. And the fuss he had been making this morning, I would not be putting it past him to try!
So, instead, after a lot of fuss, and him checking countless times that I was okay, we awkwardly parted ways to our rooms, had showers, and met downstairs, planning to go out for breakfast. Today was the day Gio had promised to show me around the city in which he grew up, and,
