Well...except for offending one lady, but other than that....
In my defense, I thought she asked me if anyone was sitting on the bench with me and I said no. In reality she asked if she could sit down. When I said no, she asked me why (In Italian of course) Not having the skills to tell her, I apologized and tried to convey the fact I misunderstood her. She sat down on my bench for a millisecond and then moved as soon as a bench came free.
The only plus was she must have thought I was Italian. Score!
I mean..isn't this an Italian face? I think the dark glasses help.
I now have two, 2 liters of wine. Beautiful, gorgeous, red wine all to myself since Sean won't be around long enough to really enjoy it.
Yes, there is some gone out of the first bottle. I had a glass
The frosting on the cake? I found my way home without getting lost once. I gave myself a big pat on the back for that one.
To all those that were looking forward to pictures, I'm sorry, but I only took a couple and not of anything interesting. Lugging the wine back was hard enough without stopping to take pictures. Hopefully I can back soon and take a few more so you can enjoy. I should have taken pictures of all the people I saw making out. Those Italians are NOT shy about showing their affection. I even saw one girl straddle her boyfriend on a bench for some closer interaction.
Awkward....
