Roming.
I could be cheesy and start this post with some worn out phrase like "When in Rome...".
So I will. Sam (my faithful roommate of 2 years) and I have been doing our best to experience the city of love during our "end of co-tenancy" trip to Europe. Though I was expecting to have fallen in love with a shy, overly courteous, but reservedly cute Italian girl while gazing upon the Trevi fountain, things have not exactly gone according to plan. However, I am proud to say that at the same time, I did not fall back on the opportunity to fall in love with Sam while gazing upon the Trevi fountain.
But enough about Sam (did I mention the way his eyes sparkle with excitement at the beginning of each new adventure?). Though we've now had four days in the city, both of us have come to the conclusion that things are not exactly as we had expected. It should be no real surprise, but Romans apparently do not exactly follow the lifestyles expected of them by Hollywood romantic movie writers.
For instance (these may surprise you):
Togas have apparently fallen out of fashion. People wear pants these days. Also, middle-aged men with beer bellies wear the tight shirts they wore when they were in shape twenty years before. I wish that had fallen out of fashion (I was scared of a rogue button popping off and hitting me in the eye).
Nobody has the classic Italian fights you've seen. Actually, that's false. They do. Just today, a taxi cab driver got out of her car to go yell at the man who had been honking at her from behind. They had a lively discussion.
You may think that as a group of generally hip and happening people, Italians would be concerned with keeping fit. There would be cute Italians jogging on a track inside the Colosseum with their puppies before they got their espresso and croissant and headed to work. But, if you're going to be doing anything athletic, it had better be something respectable like soccer. Otherwise, it's not worth your time. Don't even think about doing something so pointless as running. After all, isn't running just a sped up leisure walk? Why would you want that to be over any soon than it has to be.
That being said, the Italians are pretty much what you would expect. They're kind, helpful, and love eating food almost as much as they love partaking in slightly animated, logical discussions. I just wish they would take a second to share the road with me as I came barreling down the cobblestones at a hundred miles an hour on my evening run.
They seemed pretty content just to stare and wonder what I was going to do if they didn't move.
They found out that it was usually a better option to just move.
Thanks for reading.
So I will. Sam (my faithful roommate of 2 years) and I have been doing our best to experience the city of love during our "end of co-tenancy" trip to Europe. Though I was expecting to have fallen in love with a shy, overly courteous, but reservedly cute Italian girl while gazing upon the Trevi fountain, things have not exactly gone according to plan. However, I am proud to say that at the same time, I did not fall back on the opportunity to fall in love with Sam while gazing upon the Trevi fountain.
But enough about Sam (did I mention the way his eyes sparkle with excitement at the beginning of each new adventure?). Though we've now had four days in the city, both of us have come to the conclusion that things are not exactly as we had expected. It should be no real surprise, but Romans apparently do not exactly follow the lifestyles expected of them by Hollywood romantic movie writers.
For instance (these may surprise you):
Togas have apparently fallen out of fashion. People wear pants these days. Also, middle-aged men with beer bellies wear the tight shirts they wore when they were in shape twenty years before. I wish that had fallen out of fashion (I was scared of a rogue button popping off and hitting me in the eye).
Nobody has the classic Italian fights you've seen. Actually, that's false. They do. Just today, a taxi cab driver got out of her car to go yell at the man who had been honking at her from behind. They had a lively discussion.
You may think that as a group of generally hip and happening people, Italians would be concerned with keeping fit. There would be cute Italians jogging on a track inside the Colosseum with their puppies before they got their espresso and croissant and headed to work. But, if you're going to be doing anything athletic, it had better be something respectable like soccer. Otherwise, it's not worth your time. Don't even think about doing something so pointless as running. After all, isn't running just a sped up leisure walk? Why would you want that to be over any soon than it has to be.
That being said, the Italians are pretty much what you would expect. They're kind, helpful, and love eating food almost as much as they love partaking in slightly animated, logical discussions. I just wish they would take a second to share the road with me as I came barreling down the cobblestones at a hundred miles an hour on my evening run.
They seemed pretty content just to stare and wonder what I was going to do if they didn't move.
They found out that it was usually a better option to just move.
Thanks for reading.
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