Gio showed me around every area of the city he could think of, and with so much enthusiasm too. We jumped from subway train to tram to walking along the many sidewalks, depending on where we had to go. Yet none of it seemed too much. It all seemed fun. It seemed enjoyable, because of Gio's attitude, his jokes, his mood and the way he was trying so hard. I was trying so hard to remember everything, but knowing I would forget it all in an instant. Yet, I was loving every moment!
We laughed, we chatted, we joked, we laughed some more. We took pictures, we smiled, we ate food, we shopped. All while moving across the various places within the new city, I would call home, that Gio thought I would want to visit. One consistent thing was the presence of Gio’s hand within mine, or his hand on my
