This one from Jamie (thank you for randomly remembering these tidbits and thinking of sending them my way...it means SO much to me xoxoxo)
"Oh the door is closed, I'll just walk in" "Oh Alexis is naked, no big deal, finish collecting my clothes for tomorrow"
Scenario anyone? My zia had Jamie and I sleeping in her room while we visited in Genoa. We weren't thrilled since she was the elder, respectable one and we were the backpacking nomads who just drifted in and ate all the cookies ;) Anyway, one night, my aunt, who had been given "permission" from us (like she needed it: it IS her house) to walk in whenever she wanted, did just that: walked in as I was changing. I was totally naked and she had to get into the cupboard behind me. Does this get better? Oh yes.
The desperately-seeking-modesty dance I subsequently performed is most likely what solidified the memory in my friend's brain.
I'm not known for my grace and talent on the dance floor. This time was no exception. What a tool. So there you have it: dancing naked in Italy. Yet another fond memory and classic quote. Thanks, James. oxoxo
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