walk it out

As the weeks go by I continue to acquire more Italian flare. It comes not only in style and sass, but skill. When you don’t have a bike in Ferrara, getting around becomes inconvenient. My bike failed me this week with a flat tire. The man at the bike shop works on Italian time. This is something I shall discuss at a later date, but for this purpose, it means it is very uncertain as to when my bike may actually get fixed.
It didn’t take me long to figure out that a nice boy would be the solution to my problem. The Ferrarese have proved that you can ride two people on a bike using multiple methods. For the practical person, there is the mini attachable seat, the risk taker, the handlebars are a good option, and for the traditionalist side saddle always proves sensible. If you are really experienced you can engage in an intense kiss with your man friend whilst he navigates the bike. I aspire to one day be this skilled (that is if I ever have an Italian man friend). As for now, I am just proud that Mike and I could master the art of side saddle. This means, the cross bar becomes the second seat. Besides being useful in getting around, it is truly a workout. Mike is getting in great cardiovascular shape and I am getting a good abs workout. I have decided that if I never get my bike fixed, at least I’ll have nice abs.
I am getting all kinds of workouts in Italy. In Rome, I discovered the secret to staying skinny on a all carbohydrate diet. As they say, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. It is not possible to truly understand the meaning of this unless you have been to Rome, but here is my interpretation. When in Rome, walk forty- five minutes to get to the bus stop, hope the bus actually comes, end up taking the wrong bus, and walk 20mintues in another direction to find your destination. The Romans love to walk. It is not unusually to walk ten miles a day here in Italy.