Epre Love by Elizabeth Gilbert

i think the hardest part about memoir is one time i was talking to candas about some it was like a memoir typed thing i wanted to write. One of my favorite scenes that i always remember is when she's at the socker ame and the guy behind her is just letting out this string of curses in italian, but because it's an italian it sounds so beautiful. And says, she's just like laying back, listening to this man like curse at the softer players, you know? And it's like, anyway, beautiful. To the other italians, he was a jerk to her, hoas ful ea. Ha ha, ha,ha, yesyes