My train arrives in the middle of an ancient town, not as pretty as Rome but still quite charming, and i find it nice to see what I see, even if is all my life that I have seen this. The same happens to me when i visit the beautiful places I have been to. All over the place. My preferred? Who knows. NY is gorgeous. And so is Trondheim. Amsterdam? a dream. Paris? just thinking of it my eyes fill with tears. Apparently I am capable of being very happy everywhere. Even in Rapid City, S.D. I was so happy there ...
