*Waking Up In a Roman Fountain (story)
So I woke up one morning in a fountain ... again. There was a strange concrete women in front of me listening to two geese with bad attitudes and sharp teeth. They were whispering sweet everythings into her ears and I didn't like the sound of that!
Needing some espresso badly, I started to climb out when she spit in my general direction and sent a pigeon to report my misbehavior. Unfortunately since then I am no longer allow d to sleep in fountains. It's actually stamped on my passport!
I snapped a picture to remember the moment and set off for a new adventure. Fortunately there were many available and I had lots of time so I snagged a few hundred to keep me busy.
I heard whistling down the road so I hummed a few bars and drank a deep sip from my espresso. I sighed with a deep contentment for the morning had just begun!
*Waking Up In a Roman Fountain (story)
So I woke up one morning in a fountain ... again. There was a strange concrete women in front of me listening to two geese with bad attitudes and sharp teeth. They were whispering sweet everythings into her ears and I didn't like the sound of that!
Needing some espresso badly, I started to climb out when she spit in my general direction and sent a pigeon to report my misbehavior. Unfortunately since then I am no longer allow d to sleep in fountains. It's actually stamped on my passport!
I snapped a picture to remember the moment and set off for a new adventure. Fortunately there were many available and I had lots of time so I snagged a few hundred to keep me busy.
I heard whistling down the road so I hummed a few bars and drank a deep sip from my espresso. I sighed with a deep contentment for the morning had just begun!