2/10/2007
Bob Faintly Remembers Rome
The year was 1987, and Subcomandante Bob somehow convinced a government agency to fund what he called in his grant application a piece of performance art.
Bob's "performances," alas, were limited to drunken sprees in the cafes and nightclubs of Rome on the tab of the US government. There was much wine, a few women, and at least a few mornings in which the Carabinieri poked at Bob with wooden sticks to get him off the pavement.
Bob never got around to checking out Property in Calabria with a fine company like ItalianAdventure.com. You could do better than Bob did by leasing or purchasing a nice villa in the countryside, and - unlike Bob - you would likely do a better job at remembering your time spent in Italy. This was a sponsored post, by the way, by which Bob hopes to one day return to Rome.
Bob's "performances," alas, were limited to drunken sprees in the cafes and nightclubs of Rome on the tab of the US government. There was much wine, a few women, and at least a few mornings in which the Carabinieri poked at Bob with wooden sticks to get him off the pavement.
Bob never got around to checking out Property in Calabria with a fine company like ItalianAdventure.com. You could do better than Bob did by leasing or purchasing a nice villa in the countryside, and - unlike Bob - you would likely do a better job at remembering your time spent in Italy. This was a sponsored post, by the way, by which Bob hopes to one day return to Rome.