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So, I’m picturin it—me, all nervous, sweatin bullets, tryin to be cool. Maybe I’d say somethin dumb like, “Do you like… dig soil samples?” Cuz, ya know, agronomist life. She’d stare at me, probly thinkin, “This dude’s nuts.” And I’d be like, “I’m just tryin to plant some seeds here!” Ha, that’s what she said! Oh man, I’d die laughin at myself.

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So, we finally get to the Minami-Alps National Park. It’s breathtaking. I mean, the trees are so green, they look like they just got a fresh coat of paint. We start hiking, and I’m feeling good. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talkin’ like, “Did someone just dump a bucket of water on us?” Everyone’s scrambling for their ponchos. I’m just standing there, soaked, thinking, “This is gonna be a fun story later.”

The Minami-Alps Aputo Line