I’m going to buy a 25 year old vespa. A colleague is selling it. It’s in great shape, and I guess bordering on classic. I have a fondness for classic things (I’m buying it from the same guy who said I reminded him of Tom Waits in “Down by law”…I’ll take that as a  compliment – I guess it’s lost little boy thing…)…anyways it’s got the engine that requires adding a bit of oil in with the gas. I remember my grandpa had a lawnmower like this. Is that what a 2 stroke engine is (my dad will know this…dad, is that right)?
Cheapest scooter I looked at and nearly old as heck :)…or nearly as old as me (ok, not even close…I remember 1984)…This is only a temporary hold me over until i can buy a 1960 something Fiat cinque cento (500). They are cool!
Anyway, I won’t have it for a while as the title transfer process seems rather convoluted (ah the life of an immigrant) as well as the italian insurance companies requiring you to pay for insurance for a whole year upfront (unsure if this is everyone all the time or only the first time you sign up for insurance)…

Should be back in Frankfurt City on Friday…I have days off and reserved a car 2 days ago, but have yet to receive an email confirming…I should probably worry about that…but hey it’s me 😉
It will be so nice to have my stuff again.

Sometimes when I shop and a middle age woman rings up my beer, wine, red bull, breakfast bars, snacks, and laundry detergent she gives me a look that’s part “tsk-tsk” and part “you poor thing, I want to feed you”.

I’m now up to 2 italian facebook friends.

…and since my pa asked for it. Here’s some pics of my place. Small but comfortable. You can see the docks in the balcony shots. This is where the Carrara marble is loaded from. Directly beyond the docks is the Med (I can see it from the rooftop terrace, but obviously not here)…