When I encounter people along my journeys, I often stop and wonder, Who Do These People Associate with? As my mother would say, “Doesn’t he have a wife?” I counter that with, “Or friends, or really anyone who will help him out?” In Rome I found the man who should be in the Guinness Book for “Longest Ear Hair.”
Bruchetta in Positano was simply sinful. Just look at it? Fresh tomatoes, basil, and olive oil-forget about it.
SO good!
Good use of a bidet? Cleaning clothes.
I happened upon a statue of my friend Courtney’s Great Great Great Great Grandpa Giovani Genovese.
Boy bars in Florence are an underground operation. I think they are hidden behind the façade of a gelateria or something. I can’t find them and I have 3 addresses!
Aunt Karen is like a museum siren in Italy. First, she skipped the line and walked up to a guard at the Vatican and he waved my family in. Then at the Academia Museum (The David) in Florence she got everyone in and then headed to the Uffitzi and skipped the line and walked right in. I tell you, some things come with experience and age.
It is quite fun to watch the dudes selling illegal stuff get chased by the cops in Florence. They have signs that say it is illegal and the patron can be fined too.
This dude setup shop RIGHT in front of the sign. That takes balls.
Now that is a nice ass!
I hope rubbing this boar's nose brings me good luck, as they say!
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Totally laughing outloud at your picture of dear Uncle Giovanni. He always was such a character!
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