When I studied abroad in Rome, one night we went out and I guess we had too much drink. The next morning, trying to fight the hangover and not, I noticed slashes like whips all over my arms and legs, along with bruses on my knee. So finally, I was told that apparently I have bought a buche (sp?) of roses for cheap price, and gave the roses to every friend that night. As drunk as we were, we walked around the city the whole night and chased one another with the roses and whip them around, gladiator style. And I jumped into the S. Andrea della Valle fountain in Corso Vittorio, followed by one of my good friend. I somewhat remember this, though, since it was a cold fountain. I was convinced with the stories after I saw the pics my friends took that night.
Those dang drunk American students!
