I am a lover of signs. I honestly believe that God gives us little clues in our daily lives meant to point us in the right direction. Maybe I create the signs myself but lately I have been asking for reassurance about my decision to move and I seem to be noticing a response of sorts. Two things that happened today: I went to the bank to get the money needed to apply for my visa. When I told the teller this, she immediately said to me- "parli italiano?" And then to her surprise, I said sì, parlo italiano. Turns out she was Italian, born and raised! Out of the numerous people that could have helped me, I just happened to walk up to her. The second thing that happened today happened in my car. I have a rosary that hangs on my rearview mirror. I never paid too much attention to it's intricate detailing, but today when I turned it over in my palm, this is what I found-
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Jasmine is a former pharmacist turned writer and wine drinker from Alberta, Canada living "the sweet life" in Bergamo, Italy.
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