Sparkle Motion takes on the Trojan Man

Did we do as the Romans do? Well, let me ask you this...
Do the Romans eat mass amounts of gelato?
Do the Romans haggle with various men on the street selling black market goods?
Do the Romans dance through the streets with the Pride Parade taking videos and stopping only once to do a double take of the woman with unusually perky breasts who also has a penis?
In one word-Yes.
In seven words- Yes. We did as the Romans do.

Upon our departure from Barcelona we ran into a couple of cool California boys at the bus station. We liked them immediately, as one trusted us upon first glance to watch his bags as he ran to buy a ticket. Note to Adam: We may be Canadians and, yes, we're a kind breed... but we also rifled through your bags and found that beginners guide to the Kama sutra you packed so carefully under you tighty whiteys.
When in Rome... I suppose. Joking... but seriously, from experience position #37 may result in various pulled muscles so practice precaution.

From Bus buddies to Rome Romers, Adam and Simon became our dinner dates for the next three nights. We thoroughly enjoyed wandering the streets of Rome after dark for hours on end eating gelato and being educated by Encyclopaedia Arnold Ferber. Never have I ever met two boys who know everything and nothing all at once. Conversation never lagged due to their extensive knowledge of architecture, psychology and other subjects that can't quite be placed in a major. Needless to say we won't be swiping at any yellow-jackets, we'll be weary of any men tucking in our shirt tags and any psych majoring fraternity boys that psych you out during a pleasant game of Signal.
Next time we meet, the location is Vegas so we can put those dealing skills to good use.

We eliminated our metro use as we realized you can walk across town in no time at all. Of course we took a gander at all the tourist hot spots; the Spanish Steps, the Trevi Fountain, the Colloseum, and the Roman Forum. Because Roman nightlife can be tricky to tackle hans solo, all of these Trojan attractions host their very own pub crawls to which we received countless invitations. As social Canadians with eco-friendly consciences we took it upon ourselves to collect the invites and recycle them. We passed them along to fellow travellers encouraging their participation by nightfall. We had the basics down, most of the offers were alike (€20 gets you admission to 4 cool pubs, free shots, free pizza and pub crawl t-shirt) but as our audience grew tired of the same old speech we opted to throw in an offer they could not refuse. Show up before 9 pm in a toga and get in for half price. Upon arrival, charge naive tourists €5 each for an authentic snapshot memory complete with 'Roman Gods' and your night is paid for. Of course Sparkle Motion could not attend said crawl due to our 'Gig' at the Irish pub just up 'round the bend. However, we would have liked to witness the toga bearing traveller arguing with the Pub crawl chaperone claiming that two lovely canucks had informed them early that day that admission would be half price.

Italian stereotypes are right. The city was beautiful, the men were charming, the food was delicious. We’re leaving Rome with a little more Motion and a couple extra pounds but off to the highlands of Scotland. Looking forward to kilt laden men going commando, Scottish accents and deep fried Mars bars.

Ciao Bella.
Gracias Milla.
xo-Sparkle Motion