I found a nice little sign on my mother-in-law’s wall this weekend; thought it would be fun to share…
L’uomo e’ come un treno

A 20 anni e’ un Locale: ferma tutte le stazioni
A 30 anni e’ un Diritto: ferma solo nei capoluoghi
A 40 anni e’ un Espresso: ferma solo nelle grandi citta’
A 50 anni e’ un [...]

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I’ve never been one for the annual holiday in the same park, staying in the same lot, at the same time, seeing the same people…over ‘n over.
But I’ve got to ask, how cool would it be to have a holiday home in Italy?
It wouldn’t need to be a picture book country villa, or an overpriced [...]

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So I’m sitting on the train stopping all stations and it’s going to take FOREVER to get home; the tough boys have spread themselves across the walkway, daring people to walk past, pumping out their trashy pop ring tones as loud as possible so that someone, ANYone will look at them (…please???); an old guy [...]

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