The second in my weekly 100 word offering 🙂
I had always thought that with buildings the color of Damascus that Rome would be free of snow. Imagine my surprise, while riding a moped stark naked through the streets, to have an icy white flake land upon my nose. It seemed surreal. Here I was in the land of golden gladiators being waylaid by streets paved with cotton. I managed to get home, half-frozen with ice forming on the tips of things which should never see ice. The circuitous journey from the party was truly an enlightening experience and one that I will likely never hope to repeat.