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<rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:googleplay="http://www.google.com/schemas/play-podcasts/1.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Letters From A Wanderer</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/show/letters-from-a-wanderer</link><description><![CDATA[Based on the Amazon Travel Writing Bestseller- Wander(lust): Letters From a Wanderer. Travel through memories of first love and heartbreak set around the globe in places like iconic New York City in the morning and Rome at twilight. This collection of wanderlust-filled moments captured in words and read aloud by the author and guest readers will satisfy anyone who has ever loved and lost a person, a city, or another life. The book is available on Amazon worldwide and online in major bookstores like Barnes&Noble, Chapters-Indigo, and Waterstones.]]></description><atom:link href="https://www.spreaker.com/show/4126680/episodes/feed" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><language>en</language><category>Arts</category><copyright>Copyright Jasmine Crystal Mah</copyright><image><url>https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg</url><title>Letters From A Wanderer</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/show/letters-from-a-wanderer</link></image><lastBuildDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2020 07:08:49 +0000</lastBuildDate><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:owner><itunes:name>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:name><itunes:email>questadolcevitablog@gmail.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:subtitle>Based on the Amazon Travel Writing Bestseller- Wander(lust): Letters From a Wanderer. Travel through memories of first love and heartbreak set around the globe in places like iconic New York City in the morning and Rome at twilight. This collection of...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[Based on the Amazon Travel Writing Bestseller- Wander(lust): Letters From a Wanderer. Travel through memories of first love and heartbreak set around the globe in places like iconic New York City in the morning and Rome at twilight. This collection of wanderlust-filled moments captured in words and read aloud by the author and guest readers will satisfy anyone who has ever loved and lost a person, a city, or another life. The book is available on Amazon worldwide and online in major bookstores like Barnes&Noble, Chapters-Indigo, and Waterstones.]]></itunes:summary><itunes:category text="Arts"/><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:type>episodic</itunes:type><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:email>questadolcevitablog@gmail.com</googleplay:email><googleplay:description>Based on the Amazon Travel Writing Bestseller- Wander(lust): Letters From a Wanderer. Travel through memories of first love and heartbreak set around the globe in places like iconic New York City in the morning and Rome at twilight. This collection of wanderlust-filled moments captured in words and read aloud by the author and guest readers will satisfy anyone who has ever loved and lost a person, a city, or another life. The book is available on Amazon worldwide and online in major bookstores like Barnes&amp;Noble, Chapters-Indigo, and Waterstones.</googleplay:description><googleplay:category text="Arts"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit><item><title>Airport Arrivals (Guest Read by @thepasseggiata)</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/airport-arrivals-guest-read-by-thepasseg</link><description><![CDATA[“Luggage-less, I walked up to the sliding doors and blinked as I felt the sudden whoosh of air against my face. When I opened them again, I was standing in front of this familiar stranger. A face and a smile that I knew from a different world, when our surroundings were my comfort zone and the language was my own.”]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/29255992</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2020 07:08:26 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/29255992/imported_fc6d0af8_dab9_470f_8527_5eb6fd76b7ee.mp3" length="1849887" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>“Luggage-less, I walked up to the sliding doors and blinked as I felt the sudden whoosh of air against my face. When I opened them again, I was standing in front of this familiar stranger. A face and a smile that I knew from a different world, when...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[“Luggage-less, I walked up to the sliding doors and blinked as I felt the sudden whoosh of air against my face. When I opened them again, I was standing in front of this familiar stranger. A face and a smile that I knew from a different world, when our surroundings were my comfort zone and the language was my own.”]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>116</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>“Luggage-less, I walked up to the sliding doors and blinked as I felt the sudden whoosh of air against my face. When I opened them again, I was standing in front of this familiar stranger. A face and a smile that I knew from a different world, when our surroundings were my comfort zone and the language was my own.”</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item><item><title>Rooftops and Rome (Guest Read by: @michaela_loredana)</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/rooftops-and-rome-guest-read-by-michaela</link><description><![CDATA[“ They say Rome is meant to be lived on rooftops. I think it’s meant to be lived in the in-between, the dash, the dot, dot, dot… like those moments right before you see each other across the lit piazza when the tension and anticipation is so high that all you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat and the voices of all your friends back home asking how could you possibly fall for him. Italian, from Rome, and far too gorgeous for monogamy, isn’t that how they are?”]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/25946761</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2020 09:25:12 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/25946761/imported_3afd9178_6ffa_4613_a5d6_c73a858e4744.mp3" length="2725930" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>“ They say Rome is meant to be lived on rooftops. I think it’s meant to be lived in the in-between, the dash, the dot, dot, dot… like those moments right before you see each other across the lit piazza when the tension and anticipation is so high that...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[“ They say Rome is meant to be lived on rooftops. I think it’s meant to be lived in the in-between, the dash, the dot, dot, dot… like those moments right before you see each other across the lit piazza when the tension and anticipation is so high that all you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat and the voices of all your friends back home asking how could you possibly fall for him. Italian, from Rome, and far too gorgeous for monogamy, isn’t that how they are?”]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>171</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>“ They say Rome is meant to be lived on rooftops. I think it’s meant to be lived in the in-between, the dash, the dot, dot, dot… like those moments right before you see each other across the lit piazza when the tension and anticipation is so high that all you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat and the voices of all your friends back home asking how could you possibly fall for him. Italian, from Rome, and far too gorgeous for monogamy, isn’t that how they are?”</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item><item><title>One Day in Positano (Guest Read by Meg Zacheja)</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/one-day-in-positano-guest-read-by-meg-za</link><description><![CDATA[“...and he looks like a dream”. <br /><br /><br />You can find Meg on Instagram as @mzacheja.]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/25801329</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2020 12:16:02 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/25801329/imported_640590b1_690e_4a5b_bd7d_3615ef9687d9.mp3" length="3773753" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>“...and he looks like a dream”. 


You can find Meg on Instagram as @mzacheja.</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[“...and he looks like a dream”. <br /><br /><br />You can find Meg on Instagram as @mzacheja.]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>236</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>“...and he looks like a dream”. 


You can find Meg on Instagram as @mzacheja.</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item><item><title>Magnolias in Milan (Guest Read by: James Otto Allen)</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/magnolias-in-milan-guest-read-by-james-o_1</link><description><![CDATA[“It was spring when we met. The panna cotta colored magnolias were in full bloom in Milan and their sweet perfume seemed to come in waves, in little puffs of perfection. He paused and looked up at them for a moment, almost pink against the bright, bluebird sky, but then instantly regretted stopping. She used to love this time of year. Primavera. If she had been here now, holding his arm on the way to nowhere, she would have undoubtedly commented on the magnolias.” <br /><br /><br />You can find James on Instagram as @jamesottoallen.]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/25527405</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2020 11:44:26 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/25527405/imported_0874c8c9_2961_4be0_a7b7_9b084ceeffc8.mp3" length="4268199" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>“It was spring when we met. The panna cotta colored magnolias were in full bloom in Milan and their sweet perfume seemed to come in waves, in little puffs of perfection. He paused and looked up at them for a moment, almost pink against the bright,...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[“It was spring when we met. The panna cotta colored magnolias were in full bloom in Milan and their sweet perfume seemed to come in waves, in little puffs of perfection. He paused and looked up at them for a moment, almost pink against the bright, bluebird sky, but then instantly regretted stopping. She used to love this time of year. Primavera. If she had been here now, holding his arm on the way to nowhere, she would have undoubtedly commented on the magnolias.” <br /><br /><br />You can find James on Instagram as @jamesottoallen.]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>267</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>“It was spring when we met. The panna cotta colored magnolias were in full bloom in Milan and their sweet perfume seemed to come in waves, in little puffs of perfection. He paused and looked up at them for a moment, almost pink against the bright, bluebird sky, but then instantly regretted stopping. She used to love this time of year. Primavera. If she had been here now, holding his arm on the way to nowhere, she would have undoubtedly commented on the magnolias.” 


You can find James on Instagram as @jamesottoallen.</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item><item><title>The Romantics (Guest Read by: Julianne Farricker)</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/the-romantics-guest-read-by-julianne-far</link><description><![CDATA[“I have this guilty pleasure whenever I travel and it's to first guess where people are from and then why they are going where they're going, all before we've exchanged any actual words. For whatever reason, I pegged this one as an Italian going home. There's just ways I can tell now, I can't explain how. It's not even that this boy looked classically Italian- he had sandy blond hair, a slight build, wide eyes, and was dressed more like an American with a sweatshirt, shorts, and black Nikes on his feet- he could have been anything but Italian if my deductions were made on looks alone.” <br /><br />You can find Julianne on Instagram as @giuliafarr.]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/25410629</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2020 12:31:30 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/25410629/imported_53b363df_e312_4173_96b1_58bdbad17545.mp3" length="5058142" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>“I have this guilty pleasure whenever I travel and it's to first guess where people are from and then why they are going where they're going, all before we've exchanged any actual words. For whatever reason, I pegged this one as an Italian going home....</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[“I have this guilty pleasure whenever I travel and it's to first guess where people are from and then why they are going where they're going, all before we've exchanged any actual words. For whatever reason, I pegged this one as an Italian going home. There's just ways I can tell now, I can't explain how. It's not even that this boy looked classically Italian- he had sandy blond hair, a slight build, wide eyes, and was dressed more like an American with a sweatshirt, shorts, and black Nikes on his feet- he could have been anything but Italian if my deductions were made on looks alone.” <br /><br />You can find Julianne on Instagram as @giuliafarr.]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>317</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>“I have this guilty pleasure whenever I travel and it's to first guess where people are from and then why they are going where they're going, all before we've exchanged any actual words. For whatever reason, I pegged this one as an Italian going home. There's just ways I can tell now, I can't explain how. It's not even that this boy looked classically Italian- he had sandy blond hair, a slight build, wide eyes, and was dressed more like an American with a sweatshirt, shorts, and black Nikes on his feet- he could have been anything but Italian if my deductions were made on looks alone.” 

You can find Julianne on Instagram as @giuliafarr.</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item><item><title>Wander(lust) (Guest Read by: Amy Christine)</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/wander-lust-guest-read-by-amy-christine</link><description><![CDATA[This is the last chapter of my debut book, Wander(lust) and essentially the “title track”. <br /><br />“Like the pull of gravity, like the tides, there is no other alternative and no other direction to move in except into each other.  Perhaps this is what they mean by wanderlust. That it was never about places in the first place, it was always about people.”<br /> <br /><br />You can find Amy on Instagram as @amyychristinee]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/24886896</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2020 15:04:18 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/24886896/imported_cb32fbdd_c935_4a41_9b68_7b73fe79bd06.mp3" length="2032117" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>This is the last chapter of my debut book, Wander(lust) and essentially the “title track”. 

“Like the pull of gravity, like the tides, there is no other alternative and no other direction to move in except into each other.  Perhaps this is what they...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[This is the last chapter of my debut book, Wander(lust) and essentially the “title track”. <br /><br />“Like the pull of gravity, like the tides, there is no other alternative and no other direction to move in except into each other.  Perhaps this is what they mean by wanderlust. That it was never about places in the first place, it was always about people.”<br /> <br /><br />You can find Amy on Instagram as @amyychristinee]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>128</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>This is the last chapter of my debut book, Wander(lust) and essentially the “title track”. 

“Like the pull of gravity, like the tides, there is no other alternative and no other direction to move in except into each other.  Perhaps this is what they mean by wanderlust. That it was never about places in the first place, it was always about people.”
 

You can find Amy on Instagram as @amyychristinee</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item><item><title>The Long Goodbye (Guest Read by: Elissa Dell’Aera)</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/the-long-goodbye-guest-read-by-elissa-de</link><description><![CDATA[“Maybe I'll be back here in fifty years from now, sitting under the sun with wrinkles and grey hair, a pocketbook full of photographs and a life lived and out of the corner of my eye, I'll be looking for a boy I once knew. I need to memorize him, I tell myself. His dark eyes and the way they speak Italian to me with a look. The curve of his back and the way the muscles in his jaw are tense, as if he's holding back words. It's dark now and my plane is in the morning.” <br /><br /><br />You can find Elissa on Instagram as @itselissanotalyssa.]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/24381518</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2020 13:48:09 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/24381518/imported_be2ea3a2_c6c9_4200_8a49_103e75ca628a.mp3" length="3822654" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>“Maybe I'll be back here in fifty years from now, sitting under the sun with wrinkles and grey hair, a pocketbook full of photographs and a life lived and out of the corner of my eye, I'll be looking for a boy I once knew. I need to memorize him, I...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[“Maybe I'll be back here in fifty years from now, sitting under the sun with wrinkles and grey hair, a pocketbook full of photographs and a life lived and out of the corner of my eye, I'll be looking for a boy I once knew. I need to memorize him, I tell myself. His dark eyes and the way they speak Italian to me with a look. The curve of his back and the way the muscles in his jaw are tense, as if he's holding back words. It's dark now and my plane is in the morning.” <br /><br /><br />You can find Elissa on Instagram as @itselissanotalyssa.]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>239</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>“Maybe I'll be back here in fifty years from now, sitting under the sun with wrinkles and grey hair, a pocketbook full of photographs and a life lived and out of the corner of my eye, I'll be looking for a boy I once knew. I need to memorize him, I tell myself. His dark eyes and the way they speak Italian to me with a look. The curve of his back and the way the muscles in his jaw are tense, as if he's holding back words. It's dark now and my plane is in the morning.” 


You can find Elissa on Instagram as @itselissanotalyssa.</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item><item><title>The Italians (Guest Read by: Amy Polini)</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/the-italians-guest-read-by-amy-polini</link><description><![CDATA[“Then there’s that perfect red wine buzz, he’ll be ordering bottles of Brunello like the world is ending tomorrow and you have to live your entire life in one night. And the warmth of the wine spreads all the places you want his hands to be and the thought is exciting isn’t it? Like a coming-together of the continents, a world merging when lips meet. He’s from Here and you’re from There and for just a cosmic moment, the universe has somehow brought you together to this trattoria, down an unlit via, somewhere in Rome and far from reality.” <br /><br />You can find Amy on Instagram as @amyjustbecause.]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/24050848</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2020 09:49:43 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/24050848/imported_c987aca1_891b_47dc_b327_a848d56790cf.mp3" length="2830001" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>“Then there’s that perfect red wine buzz, he’ll be ordering bottles of Brunello like the world is ending tomorrow and you have to live your entire life in one night. And the warmth of the wine spreads all the places you want his hands to be and the...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[“Then there’s that perfect red wine buzz, he’ll be ordering bottles of Brunello like the world is ending tomorrow and you have to live your entire life in one night. And the warmth of the wine spreads all the places you want his hands to be and the thought is exciting isn’t it? Like a coming-together of the continents, a world merging when lips meet. He’s from Here and you’re from There and for just a cosmic moment, the universe has somehow brought you together to this trattoria, down an unlit via, somewhere in Rome and far from reality.” <br /><br />You can find Amy on Instagram as @amyjustbecause.]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>177</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>“Then there’s that perfect red wine buzz, he’ll be ordering bottles of Brunello like the world is ending tomorrow and you have to live your entire life in one night. And the warmth of the wine spreads all the places you want his hands to be and the thought is exciting isn’t it? Like a coming-together of the continents, a world merging when lips meet. He’s from Here and you’re from There and for just a cosmic moment, the universe has somehow brought you together to this trattoria, down an unlit via, somewhere in Rome and far from reality.” 

You can find Amy on Instagram as @amyjustbecause.</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item><item><title>Airport Arrivals (Guest Read by: Joanna Collins)</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/airport-arrivals-guest-read-by-joanna-co</link><description><![CDATA[“I kissed him, which is always a bold move after you’ve been travelling for over 14 hours but seems almost obligatory at airport arrivals, if not for yourself, then to add to the romance of it all for everyone else.”<br /><br /><br />You can find Joanna on Instagram as @msjcoll.]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/23791803</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2020 14:33:58 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/23791803/imported_fbb6271c_dc14_49e5_8694_67bff39870c3.mp3" length="1609142" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>“I kissed him, which is always a bold move after you’ve been travelling for over 14 hours but seems almost obligatory at airport arrivals, if not for yourself, then to add to the romance of it all for everyone else.”


You can find Joanna on Instagram...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[“I kissed him, which is always a bold move after you’ve been travelling for over 14 hours but seems almost obligatory at airport arrivals, if not for yourself, then to add to the romance of it all for everyone else.”<br /><br /><br />You can find Joanna on Instagram as @msjcoll.]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>101</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>“I kissed him, which is always a bold move after you’ve been travelling for over 14 hours but seems almost obligatory at airport arrivals, if not for yourself, then to add to the romance of it all for everyone else.”


You can find Joanna on Instagram as @msjcoll.</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item><item><title>One Day in Positano (Guest Read by: Sarah Lackey)</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/one-day-in-positano-guest-read-by-sarah-</link><description><![CDATA[“I'm woken from my Lambrusco-induced sleep by the sound of Lorenzo attempting to balance a tray filled with cappuccini, cream-filled brioches, and hand-squeezed spremuta from Sicilian blood oranges as he walks precariously towards me. The juice looks like a sunset in a glass and he looks like a dream.”<br /><br /><br />You can find Sarah on Instagram as @sarlucky.]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/23539818</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2020 07:29:04 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/23539818/imported_e60bc588_9eec_4f57_ad8f_658e62b8971f.mp3" length="3092897" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>“I'm woken from my Lambrusco-induced sleep by the sound of Lorenzo attempting to balance a tray filled with cappuccini, cream-filled brioches, and hand-squeezed spremuta from Sicilian blood oranges as he walks precariously towards me. The juice looks...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[“I'm woken from my Lambrusco-induced sleep by the sound of Lorenzo attempting to balance a tray filled with cappuccini, cream-filled brioches, and hand-squeezed spremuta from Sicilian blood oranges as he walks precariously towards me. The juice looks like a sunset in a glass and he looks like a dream.”<br /><br /><br />You can find Sarah on Instagram as @sarlucky.]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>194</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>“I'm woken from my Lambrusco-induced sleep by the sound of Lorenzo attempting to balance a tray filled with cappuccini, cream-filled brioches, and hand-squeezed spremuta from Sicilian blood oranges as he walks precariously towards me. The juice looks like a sunset in a glass and he looks like a dream.”


You can find Sarah on Instagram as @sarlucky.</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item><item><title>Call Me Baby (Guest Read by: Bethany Prudente)</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/call-me-baby-guest-read-by-bethany-prude</link><description><![CDATA[“I used to hate it when my boyfriends would call me baby. Don't call me that, I'd say. Don't call me baby. Now I'm writing this four thousand miles from home, across the Atlantic Ocean where the boys don't speak my mothertongue and they say things like bella, tesoro, and amore. And I loved it at first, the swirls of each familiar letter that placed side-by-side morphed into something so foreign and delectable, I couldn't help but fall.” <br /><br />You can find Bethany on Instagram as @thestraniera.]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/23365488</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2020 20:27:24 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/23365488/imported_542c20f5_ac54_4f67_be49_3d9f5d15a656.mp3" length="1895026" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>“I used to hate it when my boyfriends would call me baby. Don't call me that, I'd say. Don't call me baby. Now I'm writing this four thousand miles from home, across the Atlantic Ocean where the boys don't speak my mothertongue and they say things...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[“I used to hate it when my boyfriends would call me baby. Don't call me that, I'd say. Don't call me baby. Now I'm writing this four thousand miles from home, across the Atlantic Ocean where the boys don't speak my mothertongue and they say things like bella, tesoro, and amore. And I loved it at first, the swirls of each familiar letter that placed side-by-side morphed into something so foreign and delectable, I couldn't help but fall.” <br /><br />You can find Bethany on Instagram as @thestraniera.]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>119</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>“I used to hate it when my boyfriends would call me baby. Don't call me that, I'd say. Don't call me baby. Now I'm writing this four thousand miles from home, across the Atlantic Ocean where the boys don't speak my mothertongue and they say things like bella, tesoro, and amore. And I loved it at first, the swirls of each familiar letter that placed side-by-side morphed into something so foreign and delectable, I couldn't help but fall.” 

You can find Bethany on Instagram as @thestraniera.</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item><item><title>Small Towns and Big Dreams</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/small-towns-and-big-dreams</link><description><![CDATA[“We met in high school in small town America, you playing the perfect role of foreign exchange student and I, just one of the many girls that fell for you and your dark hair that would fall over your eyes in calculus, you and your leather jacket and All-Stars and the way you’d ask questions by inflicting the end of your sentences rather than invert the subject, you and your easy drop-dead gorgeous smile.”]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/23291133</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Feb 2020 16:13:02 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/23291133/imported_c9daeb76_e5cd_4cb7_ad72_d2e7921e6506.mp3" length="4050024" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>“We met in high school in small town America, you playing the perfect role of foreign exchange student and I, just one of the many girls that fell for you and your dark hair that would fall over your eyes in calculus, you and your leather jacket and...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[“We met in high school in small town America, you playing the perfect role of foreign exchange student and I, just one of the many girls that fell for you and your dark hair that would fall over your eyes in calculus, you and your leather jacket and All-Stars and the way you’d ask questions by inflicting the end of your sentences rather than invert the subject, you and your easy drop-dead gorgeous smile.”]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>254</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>“We met in high school in small town America, you playing the perfect role of foreign exchange student and I, just one of the many girls that fell for you and your dark hair that would fall over your eyes in calculus, you and your leather jacket and All-Stars and the way you’d ask questions by inflicting the end of your sentences rather than invert the subject, you and your easy drop-dead gorgeous smile.”</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item><item><title>Mulberries in Sicily (Guest Read by Kelly Leonardini)</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/mulberries-in-sicily</link><description><![CDATA[“I had never eaten a mulberry before that steamy afternoon at the market in Catania. I had to look up the English translation afterwards, I didn’t even know what a mulberry was. A fictional thing perhaps, a figment of nursery rhymes and stories told by grey-haired grandfathers on front porches. In my imagination, mulberries belong in a Nicholas Sparks novel. There would be a brimming bowel of mulberries on a table somewhere in South Carolina, waiting to be nibbled on a fated night with fated lovers.”<br /><br />You can find Kelly on Instagram as @italianatheart_.]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/22341390</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Feb 2020 18:11:25 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/22341390/imported_f7967ea2_dc3d_480b_8627_a772f72dd7e5.mp3" length="2235245" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>“I had never eaten a mulberry before that steamy afternoon at the market in Catania. I had to look up the English translation afterwards, I didn’t even know what a mulberry was. A fictional thing perhaps, a figment of nursery rhymes and stories told...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[“I had never eaten a mulberry before that steamy afternoon at the market in Catania. I had to look up the English translation afterwards, I didn’t even know what a mulberry was. A fictional thing perhaps, a figment of nursery rhymes and stories told by grey-haired grandfathers on front porches. In my imagination, mulberries belong in a Nicholas Sparks novel. There would be a brimming bowel of mulberries on a table somewhere in South Carolina, waiting to be nibbled on a fated night with fated lovers.”<br /><br />You can find Kelly on Instagram as @italianatheart_.]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>140</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>“I had never eaten a mulberry before that steamy afternoon at the market in Catania. I had to look up the English translation afterwards, I didn’t even know what a mulberry was. A fictional thing perhaps, a figment of nursery rhymes and stories told by grey-haired grandfathers on front porches. In my imagination, mulberries belong in a Nicholas Sparks novel. There would be a brimming bowel of mulberries on a table somewhere in South Carolina, waiting to be nibbled on a fated night with fated lovers.”

You can find Kelly on Instagram as @italianatheart_.</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item><item><title>Rooftops and Rome (Guest Read by Flavia Brunetti)</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/rooftops-and-rome</link><description><![CDATA[“It was sometime in summer, let’s call it a midsummer’s night and Rome was suffocating with the kind of heat that emanates from the city, from every single cobblestone and ruin, after a long, hot day of pure sunshine. It’s that season when everyone and everything in the city is a little more provocative- the hemlines rise, shoulders and collarbones are exposed to the night air, hair is let down and then gathered back up, and imaginations run rampant.”<br /><br />You can find Flavia on Instagram as @whichwaytorome.]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/20785422</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Dec 2019 08:08:43 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/20785422/imported_4f076759_0b1e_4af4_95b8_75035a609caa.mp3" length="2012473" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>“It was sometime in summer, let’s call it a midsummer’s night and Rome was suffocating with the kind of heat that emanates from the city, from every single cobblestone and ruin, after a long, hot day of pure sunshine. It’s that season when everyone...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[“It was sometime in summer, let’s call it a midsummer’s night and Rome was suffocating with the kind of heat that emanates from the city, from every single cobblestone and ruin, after a long, hot day of pure sunshine. It’s that season when everyone and everything in the city is a little more provocative- the hemlines rise, shoulders and collarbones are exposed to the night air, hair is let down and then gathered back up, and imaginations run rampant.”<br /><br />You can find Flavia on Instagram as @whichwaytorome.]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>126</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>“It was sometime in summer, let’s call it a midsummer’s night and Rome was suffocating with the kind of heat that emanates from the city, from every single cobblestone and ruin, after a long, hot day of pure sunshine. It’s that season when everyone and everything in the city is a little more provocative- the hemlines rise, shoulders and collarbones are exposed to the night air, hair is let down and then gathered back up, and imaginations run rampant.”

You can find Flavia on Instagram as @whichwaytorome.</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item><item><title>A Sunday Kind of Love</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/a-sunday-kind-of-love</link><description><![CDATA[“I want a Sunday kind of love. When Saturday night’s perfectly applied makeup is smeared on  one of those throwaway wipes and my hair is a mess and we guiltlessly spend all morning in sweatpants in bed. I’ll wear your college T-shirt with the faded "H" and the tiny hole on the right shoulder, you’ll wear a smile. And you’ll be scruffy even though you shaved the night before; they linger on your skin, the smoke from the bar and one too many whiskey sours and my Gucci perfume.”]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/20285217</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Nov 2019 13:40:16 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/20285217/podcast_1574775394.mp3" length="1462857" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>“I want a Sunday kind of love. When Saturday night’s perfectly applied makeup is smeared on  one of those throwaway wipes and my hair is a mess and we guiltlessly spend all morning in sweatpants in bed. I’ll wear your college T-shirt with the faded...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[“I want a Sunday kind of love. When Saturday night’s perfectly applied makeup is smeared on  one of those throwaway wipes and my hair is a mess and we guiltlessly spend all morning in sweatpants in bed. I’ll wear your college T-shirt with the faded "H" and the tiny hole on the right shoulder, you’ll wear a smile. And you’ll be scruffy even though you shaved the night before; they linger on your skin, the smoke from the bar and one too many whiskey sours and my Gucci perfume.”]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>92</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>“I want a Sunday kind of love. When Saturday night’s perfectly applied makeup is smeared on  one of those throwaway wipes and my hair is a mess and we guiltlessly spend all morning in sweatpants in bed. I’ll wear your college T-shirt with the faded "H" and the tiny hole on the right shoulder, you’ll wear a smile. And you’ll be scruffy even though you shaved the night before; they linger on your skin, the smoke from the bar and one too many whiskey sours and my Gucci perfume.”</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item><item><title>Rain</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/rain</link><description><![CDATA[“The pitter patter of the drops like a heartbeat and I suddenly remember how fast mine was as you kissed me in a downpour and the sky opened up around us. It takes me back to simpler moments that I took for granted- running with you, tucked into your trench coat and under one umbrella, trying to find refuge in the warm glow of a Parisian restaurant. You hadn’t made reservations, you never did and I used to hate that about you.”]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/20094070</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Nov 2019 11:30:37 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/20094070/imported_a9cbadf9_3215_406f_8b75_0db45d68e341.mp3" length="2863438" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>“The pitter patter of the drops like a heartbeat and I suddenly remember how fast mine was as you kissed me in a downpour and the sky opened up around us. It takes me back to simpler moments that I took for granted- running with you, tucked into your...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[“The pitter patter of the drops like a heartbeat and I suddenly remember how fast mine was as you kissed me in a downpour and the sky opened up around us. It takes me back to simpler moments that I took for granted- running with you, tucked into your trench coat and under one umbrella, trying to find refuge in the warm glow of a Parisian restaurant. You hadn’t made reservations, you never did and I used to hate that about you.”]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>179</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>“The pitter patter of the drops like a heartbeat and I suddenly remember how fast mine was as you kissed me in a downpour and the sky opened up around us. It takes me back to simpler moments that I took for granted- running with you, tucked into your trench coat and under one umbrella, trying to find refuge in the warm glow of a Parisian restaurant. You hadn’t made reservations, you never did and I used to hate that about you.”</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item><item><title>Beginnings and Endings</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/beginnings-and-endings</link><description><![CDATA[“I couldn’t believe the summer was ending. Just a few weeks ago, I remember holding my passport and a dog-eared dictionary in my hand as I waited impatiently for my backpack. It was easy to spot, covered in patches that I’d hand-sewed from every city I’d ever visited. Usually I would sit on a hostel floor, armed with the needle and thread and as if it were some kind of ritual, I would sew on the newest one the last night in a country.”]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/19963242</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Nov 2019 22:35:05 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/19963242/imported_4d8eea9c_beed_48ba_b5c9_7dfbfaaca31f.mp3" length="4407379" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>“I couldn’t believe the summer was ending. Just a few weeks ago, I remember holding my passport and a dog-eared dictionary in my hand as I waited impatiently for my backpack. It was easy to spot, covered in patches that I’d hand-sewed from every city...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[“I couldn’t believe the summer was ending. Just a few weeks ago, I remember holding my passport and a dog-eared dictionary in my hand as I waited impatiently for my backpack. It was easy to spot, covered in patches that I’d hand-sewed from every city I’d ever visited. Usually I would sit on a hostel floor, armed with the needle and thread and as if it were some kind of ritual, I would sew on the newest one the last night in a country.”]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>276</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>“I couldn’t believe the summer was ending. Just a few weeks ago, I remember holding my passport and a dog-eared dictionary in my hand as I waited impatiently for my backpack. It was easy to spot, covered in patches that I’d hand-sewed from every city I’d ever visited. Usually I would sit on a hostel floor, armed with the needle and thread and as if it were some kind of ritual, I would sew on the newest one the last night in a country.”</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item><item><title>A Love Letter to Italy</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/a-love-letter-to-italy</link><description><![CDATA[“That summer, I was in awe of you. You made me marvel before I knew the word. You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Wide-eyed, I took to your cobblestone streets, negotiating the path of Gods and lesser gods in high-heels and dodging glances from your entourage, dark-eyed and tempting. But it wasn’t them I was looking at, nor the men nor the women. Seductive as they are, I couldn’t take my eyes off you and you alone.”]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/19849520</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Nov 2019 14:36:16 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/19849520/imported_ab9dfee0_71ec_4d81_88f4_df0e142e21a6.mp3" length="5237864" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>“That summer, I was in awe of you. You made me marvel before I knew the word. You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Wide-eyed, I took to your cobblestone streets, negotiating the path of Gods and lesser gods in high-heels and dodging...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[“That summer, I was in awe of you. You made me marvel before I knew the word. You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Wide-eyed, I took to your cobblestone streets, negotiating the path of Gods and lesser gods in high-heels and dodging glances from your entourage, dark-eyed and tempting. But it wasn’t them I was looking at, nor the men nor the women. Seductive as they are, I couldn’t take my eyes off you and you alone.”]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>328</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>“That summer, I was in awe of you. You made me marvel before I knew the word. You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Wide-eyed, I took to your cobblestone streets, negotiating the path of Gods and lesser gods in high-heels and dodging glances from your entourage, dark-eyed and tempting. But it wasn’t them I was looking at, nor the men nor the women. Seductive as they are, I couldn’t take my eyes off you and you alone.”</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item><item><title>The Long Goodbye</title><link>https://www.spreaker.com/user/11709801/img-0236_2</link><description><![CDATA[“It was that moment that every lover dreads, the end of summer. The coloured umbrellas and lettini were being rinsed of the salt, sun, and sea that had plummeted them over the last three months. I watched as they were folded one by one and carefully piled away to await another summer a year from now. I sat with him, shoulders touching, watching the very last shard of the Italian sun dance across the inky blue waves set out in front of us. We sat in silence, knowing there was nothing more to be said. I was going home to start my degree and he would be staying in the sleepy town where he grew up. It had been the summer of stories, the kind that belong to books and he was the kind of boy that belonged on pages, the kind I always loved to read about and the one I would write into all the chapters of my life. More than that though, he belonged to Italy.”]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">https://api.spreaker.com/episode/19847143</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Nov 2019 11:30:47 +0000</pubDate><enclosure url="https://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/19847143/img_0236.mp3" length="3819519" type="audio/mpeg"/><itunes:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</itunes:author><itunes:subtitle>“It was that moment that every lover dreads, the end of summer. The coloured umbrellas and lettini were being rinsed of the salt, sun, and sea that had plummeted them over the last three months. I watched as they were folded one by one and carefully...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary><![CDATA[“It was that moment that every lover dreads, the end of summer. The coloured umbrellas and lettini were being rinsed of the salt, sun, and sea that had plummeted them over the last three months. I watched as they were folded one by one and carefully piled away to await another summer a year from now. I sat with him, shoulders touching, watching the very last shard of the Italian sun dance across the inky blue waves set out in front of us. We sat in silence, knowing there was nothing more to be said. I was going home to start my degree and he would be staying in the sleepy town where he grew up. It had been the summer of stories, the kind that belong to books and he was the kind of boy that belonged on pages, the kind I always loved to read about and the one I would write into all the chapters of my life. More than that though, he belonged to Italy.”]]></itunes:summary><itunes:duration>239</itunes:duration><itunes:explicit>clean</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><itunes:episodeType>full</itunes:episodeType><googleplay:author>Jasmine Crystal Mah</googleplay:author><googleplay:description>“It was that moment that every lover dreads, the end of summer. The coloured umbrellas and lettini were being rinsed of the salt, sun, and sea that had plummeted them over the last three months. I watched as they were folded one by one and carefully piled away to await another summer a year from now. I sat with him, shoulders touching, watching the very last shard of the Italian sun dance across the inky blue waves set out in front of us. We sat in silence, knowing there was nothing more to be said. I was going home to start my degree and he would be staying in the sleepy town where he grew up. It had been the summer of stories, the kind that belong to books and he was the kind of boy that belonged on pages, the kind I always loved to read about and the one I would write into all the chapters of my life. More than that though, he belonged to Italy.”</googleplay:description><googleplay:image href="https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/211b975ecc9682ab0d52264f82954432.jpg"/><googleplay:explicit>No</googleplay:explicit></item></channel></rss>
