The choice of footwear for international travel is key; you wear the heaviest or the most space consuming pair. A pair of 4″ cork wedge slip-on sandals that many would deem impractical for walking let alone maneuvering around an airport. But she was a pro; years spent traipsing the streets of NYC in stilettos to elongate her legs. Feel sexy. It’s what she was most comfortable in now, and required the wearing of at least one pair to have room in her suitcase for attire.

A man would wear sneakers; bulky and unforgiving when smashed in luggage, or boots; a space hog and heavy. His choice? Boots. Those boots. The same boots that poked from under the table to the side of her when they sat at breakfast in late January. The boots that made a delicious *thud* on the hardwood floor of that hotel room the night prior. Those boots; a light tan suede worn to the beginning stages of nubuck; when the fuzz of suede takes on a leather quality.

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