I woke up in Mauricio's family's house situated on the Epic Lake Garda, north of Verona. It was my birthday and before I knew it I was receiving phone calls and texts. Rosella, Mauricio's mother, had spent 6 hours compiling a collection of 31 Venezuelan flowers with their names as a gift for me. We spoke to his parents (it was 3am in Venezuela) as
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