Once again Samuel and I find ourselves inside the big city that we stopped in on the way to his territory. I am doing my best to adjust to it, but like before, I feel like I stick out- and not in a good way.

The restaurant we are in this time is not like the one we were before. This one is nicer and better yet, it is Italian- my favorite. I ask for the spaghetti.

After we have eaten our meals we sit at the table making light conversation over dessert, which is almost finished off now.

I find it surprising how easy it is to talk to...