Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
I suppose it was Israel. In Caesarea at night, bonfires lit up the beaches, mad wild dogs would come running by, spitting fury at the fires as they sped by in the night, smiling to the moon and stars.
A beautiful tall brunette invited me to walk down the beach to the city and enjoy a lunch. I remember sitting there at the cafe and being extremely shy.
She was beautiful. She didn’t bite my neck or nothing though.
Hung over one morning, I woke up on the beach in Tel Aviv with my guitar beside me. I shook off the sleep and took a look around. There were hundreds of families having picnics and I remember one woman looked a little concerned to see if I was ok. I’ll always remember her eyes.
Grazie!!!
Nico
Nicholas K F Matte 
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