We started our day at the Spanish steps and wandered around from there. Before we left for Italy, I was telling Will to be careful with his wallet, etc. because I remember when I visited a long time ago they warned me about the Gypsy people who are notorious for stealing and scamming tourists. He laughed at me and made fun of how long ago that was and brushed it off. He also thought it was hilarious that i called them Gypsies. I said no i think it is a real thing. Then when we arrived at the hotel the first night and were chatting with the manager about the economy in Italy he started going off about the Gypsy people too and i just looked at Will b/c apparently it wasn’t “sooooo long” ago. He still maintained the racist argument and some blah blah about how he doesnt want to support a world that is going to judge and categorize people etc.
Fast forward to the next morning arriving at the Spanish steps. Within 5 minutes a guy comes over and hands the girls and I roses…then spews some beautiful family nonsense. Then proceeds to ask Will to pay him for the roses. Sucka. Will went to give him $5.00. He said no i want more. Will was like seriously…and gave him 10.00. LOL. lesson learned. Gypsy numero uno. He made off with 10.00 and Will maintained his non racial profiling stance.
Fast forward another 5 minutes…in the middle of the Spanish steps (prob hundred or more ppl hanging out) and 3 guys come running through carrying bundles wrapped in sheets looking like stolen loaves of bread out of the movie Aladdin. Chasing after them are Italian police officers holding what looks like a ping pong paddle. No one is startled. No one is flinching. They all run through the crowd and life carries on. Except my dear husband who does not say a word to me but I observe him move my bag from his side shoulder to the front of his chest and grip it like a third child…for the rest of the day.
Oh how i laughed, not laughed, roared with laughter inside intermittently the entire day. I gave him the benefit all day and just kept my mouth shut, but I’m me, and well that can’t last very long so as soon as we got back to the hotel i just mimicked him and clutched a bag like he did (possibly singing some song about gypsies). Ah how i will cherish this memory, and in case i forget, i will reread this for entertainment.
So on to some pics of the Spanish steps. These pics would have been lovely if Sabi didnt steal Sophie’s candy from her hand seconds before Will snapped the pic. That didn’t go over well. Some photographer caught it all on camera and they were laughing (lovingly) about the situation, which clearly pissed Sophie off more. This situation took 10 minutes or so to recover from but we recovered. The faces below say it all. PS (neither of them even like the candy).
They realize they both don’t like Italian fruity hard candy and so they can be best buds again…
