I smell the pasta cooking, the sauce steaming. I hear the waiters screaming at each other in Italian. I try to understand what they're saying, but they're talking as fast as our food is supposed to be coming. Finally the food arrives, pasta of course... We are in Italy. I can taste Italy in this pasta, in the olives and the tomatoes. I'm looking around spying on all the people and waiters in the restaurant, I look out the window and my stomach drops... The one person we don't want to see. The person who we last saw skinny-dipping at 3:00 a.m. in his hotel pool. I was so nervous, I could feel my heart start beating faster and faster... And then he was gone, in 10 seconds.
30 minutes and I had smelt, heard, tasted, looked, saw, and felt. All 5 senses and I just laughed it all off. ;o)
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