A Blog About James

This is a blog about James channeling his inner Italian. Today, as we drove on the autostrada from Florence to Venice, he broke the speed limit no less than 4 times. He changed lanes without indicating. He even cut across 3 lanes of traffic. He is officially driving like an Italian although he is yet to master driving at 150 km whilst wildly gesticulating (is that a word?), cigarette in mouth while talking on the mobile phone. He still has 6 days to reach this enlightened state.
Driving aside, James has adopted some other bizarre traits. When speaking to the locals he adopts an Italian accent but speaks in English. It is hilarious and also embarrassing. He just can't seem to help it. I'm not sure what the locals think of this other than putting it down to foreigners being a weird bunch. They are very forgiving bless them.
The third bizarre trait that has surfaced is James' desire to purchase a monk outfit, one of the brown ones like the Franciscan monks wear. Hood, waist rope and rosary included. He threatens to shave off the centre part of his hair so he looks like Friar Tuck. The kids and are horrified, so will do our best to steer him away from religious wear shops (of which there are many). At this stage, the only part of the outfit he owns are brown Birkenstock sandals, so we are hoping this will satisfy his monkish longings. That's enough about James. Next post will be all about Venice.