Buongiorno! As it seems, Ms. Nina does in fact have a travel companion. Tracy here, making my first appearance on the blog. Forgive me, I've been on a bit of a technology holiday and it was fab. But I'm back so lets cut to the chase--an adendum or testimonial shall we say to stories previousaly told. 1) Nina is in fact my comic relief. I could probably muster a chuckle from my deathbed were I to picture her flipping the knife off of the table in Santorini. I can see it slow mo. So embarassing. 2)I purposely find high things so that I may watch Nina attempt to climb them and even better, to watch the descent. I couldn't have explained that story better myself. 3)Watching her try to keep her distance from the nasty Greek men trying to gyrate with her was another source of amusement. As for me, I gave in after some shots of ouzo (sort of like sambuca). I ended up dancing on the table as per request of a guy whose name sounded like Kale (the garnish) and dancing some sort of dance that I can best describe as the windmill. I tried to show Kale some classic moves of my own such as the lawnmower and the sprinkler but some things just can't (or won't) cross cultures. 4)The ride home. I don't know what this business was about a taxi that my friend here described because it certainly was not. Some dude who actually went by the name "Dude" (shoulda been a clue there) who came equipped with dreadlocks and a tiny ass yellow 1973 VW buggie,drove us home. Ride of a lifetime I tell ya. 5)Sorrento was in fact, beautiful. We did feel a bit out of place though because no one told us to pack our white linens (think Jude Law in Talented Mr. Ripley yum). Also, some kid threw up on my foot on the bus ride over. Apparently Nina didn't think that was worth enough for her blog :)

And that brings us to Roma. See Nina's entry for that. One thing she didn't mention though...after the Spanish steps we walked to the Piazza del Popolo. Huge space with no cars, lovely at night. Some guy on a bicycle was doing laps around the piazza. He smiled in that I may be a homicidal maniac way. Of course he stopped to talk to us. We got a half hour history of Rome and Italy from this 40+ war veteran. It was interesting until he asked where we were staying and if we had a phone...we left soon thereafter.