
I live in the...or one of the most beautiful places on earth. But alas, I am a nomad at heart. These are my adventures.
Friday, December 22, 2006
Foreign Crooning
Men in Rome sing. Yes, that’s right. When they want your attention, they start singing. The first time it happened, I didn’t think too much of it, or rather, I assumed that it was a unique occurrence. But after it happened a few more times, I had to acknowledge that a pattern seemed to be emerging. These incidents weren’t really too much of a bother, as soon as I looked in the direction of the singing man…or men, he/they usually stopped and smiled and occasionally waved. Of course all that being said, I have no idea as to the contents of the lyrics. I didn’t encounter this phenomenon anywhere else during my travels in Italy, perhaps if I had continued further south…but from Rome, I started heading north up along the west coast.


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2 comments:
I'm sure you inspire men to break into song no matter where you are!
; )
Thanks, I guess. Although when I told the story to one male friend he emphatically stated that he would not be singing for me. I'm so sad :(
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