I came to Rome in a barrel.Β Ready to see the eternal city.Β It was dark all the way.Β I was in good company.Β Β Then we felt a tapping sound.Β Just twice.Β Then it went quiet.Β A day later, I felt pulled away.Β I saw light!!!Β I decided to sit and bask in the light.Β Since I was in Rome, I HAD to have my picture taken.Β Hope I looked alright after all that travel.Β I didn’t feel refreshed but I felt refreshing, if that makes sense.
(Picture taken with Canon EOS Rebel T1I)
Haha I like that you’ve given a voice to the beer. Which do you prefer, Peroni or Moretti?
Actually, I have never had a Moretti! LOL Future trip!
I have to say beer is not my poison of choice.. but loved how you gave it some personality!
Thanks! Actually I am like you. That was not my beer π
Not a huge beer drinker, but I could see myself enjoying that on a hot day in Rome…
Love Peroni!
I like Peroni but I am a little concerned that I started hearing it talk π
I’ve read this post about four different times now and it still makes me giggle. Your giving the beer a personality is quite creative and with Rome as a backdrop, well, how could I not love it? π
Glad to hear, Francesca! π
yummm peroni
Hi Raul, You gave this beer, (great photo BTW, simple and crisp), a personality like a kid! Curious and funny. Very cool post!
~Josie
Thanks, Josie! Trying to bring other characters other than me to the blog π
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