On a recent business trip to Italy, I was greeted at the hotel by a stable of European beauties basking under the Tuscan sun. After just landing on the redeye, and not sleeping in almost 24 hours, I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or not. I found myself standing in the hotel parking lot with not another human to be found, just rows of stunning classics as far as the eye could see. It’s all a beautiful blur.
Despite my zombie-like stupor, what I did take away from all of this was a beautiful reminder of why I love Italians. 1) Look at these gorgeous tartan wool horse blankets that they use to shield the sun. You can tell that they’ve been in the family for 85 years, and they’re not going anywhere. Note to Americans, rethink that tinfoil looking crap you use to block the sun. 2) Only in Italy can a VW Beetle look this appealing. The curves and proportions seem to evoke a whole different feeling on Italian soil. I left this trip yearning for vintage VW Beetle. 3) Notice I’m the only person out there. That’s because Italians would rather hang out inside the hotel and drink espresso. Which meant I had the lot to myself.