I met this fickle little guy (gal???) in the hotel lobby yesterday morning but he ran off when I wanted to pet him. Last night, though, he was all over me wanting attention! What a cutie.
We went back to the fair last night for jousting. It was a little hard to follow but so cool. I love that we were here for that. I felt like I was really experiencing Tuscany. They were not entertaining tourists. We were eavesdropping on them.
The rest of my group got bored with the horses before I did but I tagged along with them to a bar where I was introduced to a very evil thing called Grappa. It looks all innocent--just like water--but after a couple of them you will tell strange men in foreign cities how sexy they are. I wonder how hot Franco is when I am sober?