Lovely Me with Sumptuous Pasta and Beautiful Italy

Hanging around in Italy for almost a month made me all gratifyingly bloated.

You see, I prefer mouthwatering pasta. Italian pasta, for me, is an amusing recipe, and the fact that I'm in Italy makes me want it even more. The saucy garnish, herbs, dressing, and spices that Italy adds to their pasta are what I find really superb and heavenly. Believe it or not, pasta would be my true purpose for migrating to Italy.

Italian Ravioli is just the everyday treat I crave for during my entire stay in Italy. Mr. Velvedere, our hotel cook, makes it a duty to blend a few more Italian Ravioli servings to my plate come lunch time. Then, he prepares me all the other pasta powders available, from garlic powder to white cheese and black pepper. In return, I would present him a whole bar of Hershey's Dark Chocolate as a token.

Absolutely, the Italian Ravioli is my real favorite. Finishing up this course turns my grumpy day into a blissful one. I would have to say that this is something one should have when touring Italy. I'm confident they would not feel sorry during every single bit of their stay.

My Startling Prosperous Day in Italy

Italian men are truly amorous than most men I know in my hometown. I arrived at this conclusion after a number of events that went on today.

Today is absolutely my very propitious day. Scarcely did I imagine that it would be turn out this way.

I climbed out of bed this morning and conditioned my mind to an ultimately boring day. I did this not because I woke up on the wrong place of the bed, but because of the activities arranged for today. My duties for the day include going to the market to get vegetables, going back home to cook, and returning the book I borrowed to the public library.

But, what took place was something I didn't see. I proceeded to the shop and bought the vegetables on my checklist. As I was heading back, I was hit by a tall, dark Italian male. I was annoyed at first for his obvious carelesness, but seeing his chiseled, handsome face made my anger melt away. He apologized constantly and asked that we go to his place to make up for what he has done. How could I rebuff his plea? Go figure why all my other drudging activities were called off from that moment on!