I went to Italy twice as a teenager with my soccer team. We were in a fresh air market in Herculaneum? I think and nearby traffic was stopped. We were all together, wearing our uniforms with a USA badge and the amount of young women who literally crawled out of stationary vehicles to come talk to us was mind blowing. It was heaven. Spanish steps when i was 16 was the closest thing this country bumpkin had been to heaven at that time in my life.
You know how the front seats have to push really far forward in a 2 door sedan for those back passengers to get out? Ever see someone try to get out faster than the person in the front seat can allow? Wiggle? Squeeze? Crawl? I dunno.
I went to Italy twice as a teenager with my soccer team. We were in a fresh air market in Herculaneum? I think and nearby traffic was stopped. We were all together, wearing our uniforms with a USA badge and the amount of young women who literally crawled out of stationary vehicles to come talk to us was mind blowing. It was heaven. Spanish steps when i was 16 was the closest thing this country bumpkin had been to heaven at that time in my life.
Literally crawled? 🤨
You know how the front seats have to push really far forward in a 2 door sedan for those back passengers to get out? Ever see someone try to get out faster than the person in the front seat can allow? Wiggle? Squeeze? Crawl? I dunno.
Out of stationary vehicles. It would’ve been even more impressive if they’d literally crawled out of moving vehicles.
They were young
Lived something maybe similar in south of France in the nineties.
I stayed though :-D