Think We May Have Over Packed
July 30th 2015 Issy decides to skip breakfast so I eat on my own. She does however ask me to bring her back some bread. I wait until there are no waiters around and wrap some rolls in paper serviettes and sneak them into my pockets. I feel like I've just robbed a bank. I wait for the local constabulary to descend and cart me off to jail. I'm not quite sure why I feel so guilty; we've paid for breakfast. The hote
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