Sorry for taking so long to update, I have so many things to write about, but while I'm working on that...a little story that might give you a laugh on a Monday.
It's 70 degrees. Clear blue skies. Sun shining. I'm on a wonderful walk to meet my friend, Lauren, at the Isla Tiber (The island in the middle of the Tiber River.) Google a picture of the Vatican so you can fully picture the rest of this story. Now imagine it. Think of how busy it must be on a Sunday afternoon. Now multiply whatever you're thinking, because on the last Sunday of each month the Vatican Museums are free.
Lauren's mom brought some things my mom and dad gave her...raincoat, pants, card. So I thought, that was so nice, I'm running early, I'll bring Lauren a cannoli. [Bring your thoughts back to that crowded Vatican] As I'm passing the Vatican I trip over myself. Not even a crack in the sidewalk, not a curb, not even my own feet...I just fell. Then bodysurfed along the ground. Ok, I've fallen before, not a big deal. Well I ended up smashing the cannoli all over my face as I hit the ground. Now think of that crowd. Imagine them all circling around you laughing. Two women, while laughing of course, did ask me if I was ok in Italian. I'm not one to get embarrassed too easily, but it was bad. I quickly got up, face dripping with cannoli and arms dripping with blood, and broke through the circle that formed around me, and walked away quickly. very quickly. Now I have major cuts up my arm, along with a few cuts on the knees. At least the cannoli tasted good. Too bad Lauren never got it. I guess it's the thought that counts.
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