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Tuscany Italy

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Graduation was upon us and I couldn't wait to get out of here. Our tickets were booked, bags were packed, we were going to Italy! A girls trip is just what I had wanted, away from all the underage, immature boys.

It was backpacking all the way, only AirBnB accommodations, our train tickets were as cheap as the Rajdhani tickets and we were going to be all over the country for 20 days. I'd made lists, endless lists with a load of tourist attractions and posh pubs. It could easily have been an amateur's Lonely Planet.

Right from the time we leave the airport to when we caught a bus had been mapped.

Little did I know that all of that was about to go down the drain. We reached our first stop, Rome. That's where we met Gustav. He was nothing short of a Greek God. I knew that my train was travelling towards fling city as soon as he looked me up and down.

So what happened next? My life became a better place.

He threw away my lists, he replaced the monuments with cliffside views that took my breathe away, he swapped my posh pubs with student bars, where I got drunk on cheap beer and karaoked to Abba. He made me go to places I couldn't find in guidebooks, he skipped the tourist buses and drove me around on a cycle! We went wine tasting but not to a famous vineyard, to an adorable old man's little bungalow, who happened to work at a winery and had the best collection!

We didn't go to a hotel in Amalfi to inaugurate my new bikini, we dived into the ocean instead. We didn't make it to the train, but we did sit in a jeep and ride to Tuscany. We didn't go to the Doge's Palace in Venice, we sat on a bridge and chased each other down cobbled streets.

We spend our day walking and we spend our nights dancing.

He taught me how to let go. And so I let go - of all the dreams that were not mine. I didn't become a lawyer in Mumbai. I became the proud owner of a vineyard in Italy. And Gustav became the father of our 3 beautiful girls.

Tuscany is home now.
-Disha Seth

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