Chapter 28 of my autobiographical novel of backpacking thru Western Europe in 1973 at age 18. My final full day in Florence, I escape the company of the ‘boys’ to walk the Vasari Corridor, a Florentine must see recommended by my comrade Morgan back in Rome. On my return to the hostel I reencounter the Clevelanders, who remind me it’s Thanksgiving in the States, and we return once again to that wonderful Trattoria to try to celebrate appropriately. In the midst of our feast we encounter a true world traveler who challenges my assumptions. Contains adult language and sexual discussion.
