There we were, exhausted after thirty hours on and off planes, unable to get into our accommodation for another two/three hours, and quite hungry. What sight we must have been.
Oh well. That’s just part of the experience.
Let me tell you some things about the Italians…
They drive on the wrong side of the road
In tiny cars
Down tiny streets
|ok, so maybe this wasn't a street.|
They have teeny, weeny coffee cups
They have the world’s biggest pizza plates
They are REALLY good painters
|Piazza Navona, just down the street|