We left Venice under a shroud of cloud. We rode in our Mercedes bus, a huge vehicle driven by Marisio, a very handsome Italian who resembled a young Mussolini. ( I imagine that before Mussolini practically ruined the country, he probably had a certain sex appeal.)
It was comforting watching Marisio driving this bus with the maneuvering capability of a sports car in tight places. It was also interesting watching Marisio and our guide Ricardo chatting en-route. Of note: these guys talked a lot, almost constantly at times and always passionately, when Ricardo wasn't giving us one of his magnificent mini lectures over a comfortable sound system.
It was fun watching these two guys, noting the difference between Italian males and most US males. I have never heard a group of guys in North Dakota chat passionately. Ricardo and Mariso obviously know each other and were very comfortable together. Their Italian hands were always a part of the conversation.
Another observation by Joanne: Italians seem to be petite. Small hands, very small feet. I only saw one obese person on the trip. Italians are slim and petite, for the most part. Pasta portions with their six course meals must be far less than those served at a Ground Round.
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