If I was in Italy on 28th June this year, I would ride a Vespa.
Or more likely, I would fall off a Vespa, as I’ve never ridden one before. And then hopefully a gorgeous Italian man, named Giuseppe, would help me up. And I would be embarrassed, but not THAT embarrassed, because I would have fallen gracefully, and not flashed my panties at all, or anything like that.
Then we would go to a street cafe, and eat pasta, like they did in that Lady and the Tramp movie. Not because we look like dogs, but because we’re romantic and we suck on the same strand of pasta till we kiss.
And then, if I was still in Italy on the 28th June this year, I would buy this flipping GORGEOUS Italian version of A Girl Walks into a Bar. Or as they call it Ragazza Entra in un Bar:
