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TAMARA HAROLDS Bologna. The culinary capital of Italy. As expected, there were a lot of tourists dining in and out the busy streets but we settled to a lesser crowded restaurant. Uncle Amaro ordered in behalf of us. He already knew what I wanted. A medium rare steak with oven-roasted potatoes as my complementary side dish.
Uncle and I talked for an hour. He asked about my schedules and where I am going to stay. He referred me to a hotel since it was owned by his trusted client, a patron. But considering that I am trying in making my own decisions, I refused. I just want to have a taste of life without anyone helping or supporting me. It’s actually convenient for me having someone is willing to help me but I need to experience my own life with my very own self dependenc
