La Bella Italia!

So, I have this wonderful friend. Her name is Emma. She is probably my biggest fan. She desperately wants me to blog again and I said I would write something for her.

Well, Emma (and everybody else that are reading this…) let me tell you something.

I love Italy. Even though I have never been there I love Italy. I love the language. It’s one of very few languages I actually want to learn, and hopefully I can someday learn it well enough to speak it fluently. Italian sounds like heaven to my ears. It’s like drifting on clouds and hanging out with the birds. It’s like eating pizza all day and not getting fat. It’s like the warm hands of a beautiful woman massaging your body.

My brother told me the other day, that next time I get paid I will have to pack my bag, go to the airport and get a last minute trip somewhere. Yeah, that would be very exciting… but I’d rather plan a trip somewhere, Italy in this case, and dream about everything I want to do and see there before I actually book the trip and go there.

This is what I want to do: fly over to Rome. Get a classy hotel room for a few nights, see Rome. All of it, and not the only the famous places. I want to walk around the city, I want to feel the city, I want to breathe the history and the culture, I want to sit down somewhere, maybe on the grass under a tree and watch people, I want to find a remote café and have coffee and… watch some more people. I want to eat pizza, and pasta, all kinds of pasta. I want to soak in all of it. Then I will find a nice Italian woman and bring her back here and we would have twins and triplets and spend half the year there and half the year here in Finland and we would all live happily ever after, etc. ad infinitum.

One can dream, right?

I will leave you with one of the funniest videos on all of Youtube, and it is about an Italian man. Watch, laugh, give me a comment and be happy.