Monday, July 6, 2015

Impressions Of Rome: Tourists

Rome is awash with tourists.

This isn't a complaint; that would be hypocritical. I was actually relieved to see I wouldn't stick out like a sore American thumb. You see, when visiting other countries I prefer to blend in with the locals.

Take Germany for instance. For formal events I wear lederhosen. Activewear consists of wurst-enhancing spandex bike shorts and a long-sleeve t-shirt. For all other occasions I default to skinny jeans or capri pants, depending on the season.

But there's no way I could impersonate the typical Italian. Despite any cost savings not having to buy socks, one Armani scarf would wreck my travel budget. Buying sweaters to carry around without actually wearing is just wrong on principle. And I don't think they even make silk pants larger than 30, even for men.

Thank Jupiter there where tons of American tourists dressed way worse than I was.

And the tourists were everywhere. "Look at those losers with their selfie sticks," I chuckled to JB. Only JB wasn't there. I turned back to find him buying a selfie stick. Il Sigh. If there was one silver lining to having a selfie stick, it completely weaned JB from his habit of stopping complete strangers to ask to take our picture.

Back off ladies, he's all mine.