August 16, 2009
Scooters are for summer
We've been on vacation in Consort Count's land, the Amalfi Coast, and our life has been much easier and more pleasant thanks to the motorinos. Long live the motorinos.
We name all our vehicles; motorcycles were not going to be an exception. This is Pomodoro, who transported us through Positano, Ravello, and Amalfi.
We name all our vehicles; motorcycles were not going to be an exception. This is Pomodoro, who transported us through Positano, Ravello, and Amalfi.
And this is Limoncella, who performed like a champ, touring all of Capri.
Filippa K satin shorts (how much I love that brand), Zara t-shirt and vest (bought a couple of weeks ago, how much I love vests)
The motorinos are wonderful because in that area, visiting small towns is lovely, but parking a car is impossible. Besides, it was a dream I'd had for a long time: to ride along the Amalfi Coast on a motorcycle with il mio caro, waving with resounding CIAOS to everyone! A dream I borrowed from one of my favorite comedians, the English Eddie Izzard. In his show "Dressed to kill", he explains that while the American Dream is very clear and defined (succeed and get rich), in Europe, however, we don't share a common dream that symbolizes success in life, but from his point of view, if we had one, it should be what I'm telling you. Living in Southern Europe, in Spain, Greece, or Italy, having a motorcycle and happily going from one place to another, saying ciao all the time! That should be the European Dream we all aspire to. What do you think? Do you agree?