We couldn’t quite locate the date.

We became suspicious that the clocks were wrong.

We were given no clues from the pavements on the streets.

We had a sneaky suspicion we were somewhere on the east.

We followed directions that led us back to where we had started.

We decided the huge tower looked familiar, but then wondered whether we had just seen a picture of it in a book.

We couldn’t remember the proper pronunciation.

We couldn’t remember whether we’d been on this street before.

We couldn’t remember the words for “I’m sorry”.

We couldn’t remember how to be nice to each other.

We couldn’t remember which city we were in (so we closed our eyes and pretended it was Rio).

This entry was posted by Krissi Musiol on Thursday, July 23rd, 2009 at 8:34pm.
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