I went to Italy last Autumn, gorgeous country. My favorite thing was riding around in a small tour van driven by one of our 3 tour guides. Regardless of which of the 3 we had it felt like a life or death situation every time we loaded into the van. Italians drive like maniacs, flooring the pedal down narrow 100 foot alleys with no regard for pedestrians, common sense or fuel economy. They’ll ride bumper to bumper, come inches from other vehicles and people and yet, they still remain perfectly civil with everyone. In America you’ll get flipped off for looking at someone the wrong way on the road.
Beautiful country though, made more so by these to-die-for Marc Jacobs heels. I was going to make some metaphor involving feeling like a serpent when you slither into these snake strap heels but knowing most ladies have an aversion to our serpentile friends I’ll instead round up my Italy talk with this; when we visited the Amalfi Coast (click for insane jealousy) I almost bought this pair of white linen pants, I didn’t when I realized my main motivation for doing so was so I could say “these are from the Amalfi Coast” every time I wore them…moral of the story, I regret this decision everyday.
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