

Rome, Italy
I'm not a morning person at the best of times. But when I dragged my foggy head off the pillow one morning to see a shirtless, obese Italian man called Luigi mopping the floor of our room, I knew I had missed something... Sjane can explain: she was more awake for it.
"It was about 6am here; I stirred in my sleep cause I was thirsty. I reached out for my waterbottle that was on the floor and instead grabbed hold of the big display pillow I tossed off last night. ...