You don't want to look stupid in Italy and hang your head in the air. Given that it's a divine place, romantic, and historic, blah...blah...blah! Pack loads of money and keep some on your pocket just before you set foot on your plane home. The best things in life aren't certainly free.
My friend Simon just had one of his moronic adventures in life. He went to Venice using his rich daddy's credit card and
wads of bucks. He was looking for romance and adventure. I was the one who told him about Italy, and this fathead just got too excited and took the first flight. Who could blame this guy? He's not good looking and he's been divorced twice, and the last girl he asked for a hitch stood him up in Las Vegas. Good thing he's rich, as that's his only luck. I'm sorry for you Simon! And what he in Italy did is what you call the desperate acts of a wild man. A balding wild man!
He checked in to this posh hotel. He strolled around for some sight-seeing slash chicks hunting. Then he met this Italian girl. He splurged on her, bought her some nice clothes, they dined every night in exquisite restaurants and over expensive cafes. He totally broke the idiocy-meter.
Just as things are slowly turning into fairy tale, he lost the precious credit card. The jerk canceled it out and was using his bundle. He then ran out of cash when he found out that the babe isn't Italian but French, and she's already married. The woman disappeared in a flash, and he was left toying the city with just a few bucks enough to pay for his hotel. He was bumming around while he can't even afford a decent meal.
On his plane back home, he fumbled for his passport and found his
credit card instead. What a shame! You can't buy love and you can't trifle with the most romantic city in the world! Poor Simon. He's totally psyched out.
