Part 2 Day 19

When I 1st met William, he had a red Honda motorcycle and I rode in the back all the time. Today was a flashback of those days except on a little bike compared to his intercepter. Not always easy to have no control and ride in the back. Shut my eyes a fews times and held on for my dear life but it was fun. By the looks, we were the only Americans at the local crowded Italian beach. Czytaj więcej