Saturday, September 5, 2009
I spent the day tanning on the soft sands of Follonica in the provence of Grosseto. It was a beautiful, windy afternoon on the Mediterranean Sea that only advanced my ever-strengthening stereotypes of Italy:
Yes, the children run naked.
Yes, everyone is beautiful.
Yes, the men wear speedos.
And for the record, Italian buses never run on time and no one seems to care.
I spent the day tanning on the soft sands of Follonica in the provence of Grosseto. It was a beautiful, windy afternoon on the Mediterranean Sea that only advanced my ever-strengthening stereotypes of Italy:
Yes, the children run naked.
Yes, everyone is beautiful.
Yes, the men wear speedos.
And for the record, Italian buses never run on time and no one seems to care.
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