Dear alcohol
Don’t all letters start this way? With a “Dear…”
This is my personal diary.
A confession of thoughts and experiences, written late at night, from the comfort of my couch, with a glass in hand.
Stories steeped in wine, travel, emotion—and a little more wine.
Because, let’s be honest, one glass is never enough.
And the best stories?
We lived them exactly like this: with a glass in hand and someone across from us who knows how to share stories.