Touchdown of the wheels on the runway, yet another smooth landing in another beautiful destination. One of my dreams coming true because I was officially in Rome.
When in Rome, one must always ALWAYS retrace the steps of the greats, and by ''the greats'' I'm talking Disney's sweetheart Miss Hilary Duff aka Lizzie McGuire and Hollywood's sweetheart Miss Audrey Hepburn. Drive erratically through the congestion that is Rome's streets, only on a Vespa or in the miniature classic Italian 1970's Fiat Cinquecento.
Oh how I long to hold the elegance of Audrey and be able to sing like Hilary, but for now I shall enjoy everyone moment of reliving two of my absolute most favourite films.
What I didn't see was the dark side of Rome, where the Mafia hide in the shadows, creeping out by night to get their work done. As tourists we get amazed by the smallest of things, even a row of motorbikes with melted windscreens from the heat of the blaze of a fire a previous night. But be careful and walk away. Don't do what I did. Don't anger the Italian Mafia.
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The Italian Dream
Teen FictionAll my life I had dreamt of being a photographer. Everything relied on me following that path; the plan I had mapped out to the smallest detail. It was my life and I had no backup plan. I wasn't prepared to give it up and I never would be! It was pa...
