
Roman fountain. The name escapes me right now.

A street artist plying her trade in Florence. I put a Euro in her box both times I saw her that day--two completely different pictures in the same day!
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Hehe! I got a lot of attention with my strawberry blonde hair in Italy. In Assisi I was walking up the street with another chaperone and a gentleman old enough to be my father--at least!--just about stopped in his tracks, looked me over quite appreciatively and said, "Ciao Gigi!" I still haven't figured out what the "Gigi" was about, but I understood the other part.Elfgirl wrote: A lot of peeps will go out of their way to help you if you speaka da lingo! (mind you, if you're a blond, they'll go out of their way even if you speak Hindustani!)
Nah. . . just do the first one. . . it's more than I did before I went! My tour guide and bus driver gave us a crash course on the way--along with some very interesting hand gestures to use--and ones NOT to use unless we wanted to get into a fight.Matrixman wrote:Okay, based on Elfgirl's and Wyldewode's observations, I know what I need to do to get the most out of Italy, should I ever decide to go there:
1. Learn some Italian
2. Dye my hair blonde
3. Get a sex change
The first two steps should be relatively painless, but don't know about that last one.
Think I'll stay home.
(I'm kidding!)
That's generic for ALL Italians, male & female (ask me, I'm one!!!Wyldewode wrote: Our bus driver was Italian, and very much the suave ladies man--he also had a fiery temper as we found out when other drivers didn't please him!