Confession of a World Imaginaton

The first time In forever, I had finally gone to a dream location of mine. Never been further east than Nevada in the States, but here I was! In the shadow of the great Colosseum at dusk. The Mediterranean air intoxicated me as I walked down the cobblestone streets and alleyways. I almost ran into a table once I was looking up so fascinated at the tall buildings closing around me. I felt the table a bit before realizing that it was covered in a silken cloth. Sitting across at the table sat a young man about my age with a thick book in his fingers. He told me in a heavy accent, "Would you like to sit or something? The sky and building will always be there."
I flushed red and sat, my legs already started to ache with all the exploring I was doing in the heart of Rome. He talked to me about his life here in Italy and I listened intently; trying to absorb every single shred of evidence in my memory the experience of it all. He ordered me Tea and some sort of bread while I rummaged in my bag to write some of this down; almost trying to interview a man going about his ordinary business. We talked and talked until the Cafe closed. He rushed off soon after telling me he had work to do. I hitched my bag on my back and wandered until I found the Hostel I had been searching for. I checked in and collapsed on the bottom bunk of the bed as I greeted my roommates. The guy on top bunk told me his name was Nikolas and from Spain and a woman across from me called herself Audrey and was from France. I felt dwarfed by their European finesse but they seemed fine taking an American into their life. We talked all night about our lives and how we got here before finally falling asleep to the sounds of the city.