Episode XCVI: Vice City, Italia
Dear Reader:
Yes, I was just married about two weeks ago. Yes, I am having a fantastic time on our European honeymoon. I shall tell all soon, I hope. But first, a story of crime, suspense and drama.
[This post is a true story; images have been re-created and/or snatched right off of Google Images.]
It was a Friday night in Naples, Italy- city of pizza, knock-off purses, and population pollution. Meg and I had just watched a fairly picturesque sunset over the port of Naples, and were walking back to our hostel.
This is a real picture of the real sunset, viewing Mount Vesuvius
We were walking up the sidewalk of one of the few streets not choked with masses of people and weaving mopeds. In fact, the only other person in sight was a moped prepared to turn left and come down the street that we were ascending. As we prepared to cross the street we were astonished that the moped didn't cut us off to go first (aggressive mopeds are as Naples as pizza), but waited for us! In...