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There is a specific shade of gold that only exists in the European sunset between 8:30 and 9:15 PM in July. It is the color of cheap rosé in a plastic cup, the glint off a stranger’s earring as they lean in to hear you over a DJ playing Mr. Brightside, and the filter through which we view every "I love you" spoken after three vodka-sodas on a hostel rooftop.

By Isabella Rossi

You have a few glasses of wine at your office Christmas party. You miss the feeling of being on vacation . You text them: "Remember that night?" They do. You flirt for a week. You almost book a flight. But rent is due.

Years later, a specific song comes on (likely "Heat Waves" by Glass Animals or "We Are Young" by Fun.). You smell coconut sunscreen or cheap lager. You smile. Not because you miss them , but because you miss the version of yourself who was brave enough to get drunk and fall in love with a stranger under a foreign sky. Part IV: How to Write Your Own (Without Ruining Your Life) If you are about to embark on a summer abroad, or if you are currently in the thick of a tipsy romance by the Trevi Fountain, here is the narrative advice:

Then comes the "Aftermath," which follows three predictable phases:

Here’s to the Italian who couldn't pronounce your name. Here’s to the sunrise train station goodbye. Here’s to the texts you never sent. And here’s to the summer you were gloriously, recklessly, romantically drunk.