Stefi (pronounced Shtefi like in Naples, never mind that she’s Bavarian) is the third in a string of glorious housemates, even if only for a month. The other day she asked for a ride to Villa Borghese, which I was happy to offer. Driving through Trastevere I began elucidating the logic behind driving in Rome. “You see, in August it’s like after sundown, stoplights are optional…”
“..and when you see a police car” she continued, as my hand jumped from the throttle to the brake, “it’s immediately September.”
hey, this needs to be commented… thanks, it feels good to be part of this 🙂 grazie, un bacio da monaco!