This is a receipt from lunch on my 19th birthday in Venice, Italy. I was traveling with friends while on break from a study abroad program in Paris. I have no idea what we ate, but I'm certain it was delicious.
What I do remember is what happened the moment we walked out of the restaurant.
Sparing the details, all I will say is that it involved a pigeon and my t-shirt was history. Luckily I had a sweatshirt in my backpack. But I needed a private place to change.
I found that place in a quiet corner of St. Mark's cathedral. Yes, I did. Happy birthday to me.
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Pigeons simply have no respect for birthday girls.
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