I was one of the lucky dozen on the trip who had not been hit yet, who had not been used as target practice, but I did not knock on wood soon enough and today... my shoulder got hit. In my sweatshirt that reads "Italia" none-the-less.
Now I have had a true Italian experience.
I guess they kicked the birds out of Venice, San Marco Square, and now they have all come to Rome. They sit up in the trees and mock you. Literally thousands are above me on my walk home, and a lot of the time I can hear splats around me. There is no way to avoid them, unless you have an umbrella, which I only thought was for rain, and so I got pooed on.
Thought you guys would get a kick out of that.
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