Don't blink or you might miss it. This was the border station between Italy and France, I had just enough time to grab the camera for the photo - there was no where to get a passport stamped.
This is was my room in Italy.
Bonjourno Mario!
Meet Mario, every morning he would make a strange eeyore-ing sound, fulfilling the role of a rooster. He was a little too horse-like for me to really like him at first, but after a week he had grown on me and when we moved onto Switzerland I did miss him, just a little.
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