The Biscotti Incident

The Biscotti Incident

I've have been pretty hush hush about my time in Europe. While I was there, I wasn't very inspired to write. Maybe I was still processing the events going on before me. Or, maybe, I just hold the events so close to my heart that I wasn't ready to share them. But, three months later, I'm ready to start talking. The Lead Up Before I set out backpacking through Europe, I spent about a month staying with my aunt and uncle in their home on the outskirts of Boudreaux. There was a question that had been on everyone's mind since I had arrived in Bordeaux. Why wasn't I jumping at the opportunity to get out and see Europe. Instead, I was sitting holed up in my family's house doing the same things I would have been doing at home. To be honest, it came down to fear. Though, I define myself as fairly independent, always insisting on dressing myself since I was two, going...
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