It’s all quite hilarious, but the best part is Fat Bastard, or ‘Ciccio Bastardo’: instead of a Scottish accent, he speaks in Neopolitan dialect – which always seems to be the go-to choice for the most colorful/eccentric/lovably ignorant characters.
Obama just arrived at Fiumicino…
Can’t imagine the havoc there. On the agenda: dinner with Renzi, late night stroll in Piazza Navona, meeting with the Pope in the morning, and private tour of the Colosseum tomorrow afternoon… The man certainly knows how to see (and shut down) a city.
Rome overrun with Brits for the Italia-England rugby game…
I stop to give directions to a stumbling group looking for the nearest pub, and as they leave one says: “by the way, your English is fantastic!”
All roads lead to Rome…
Except when it rains and they all flood and you get stuck at the Autogrill for six hours. #truestory
Well, I got my wish:
I’m surrounded by Nespresso machines at home and at work. Now I’m so doped-up on Arpeggio capsules I could run a freaking marathon.