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I had a blast, we visited Rome, Florence, Tourin, Verona, and Vernice. I think of all the places Venice was my favorite. People there seemed so relaxed and seemed to know how to enjoy a beautiful day with more passion than any American I know.
As well, Venice was our last stop, and I was very sorry to see the end of our trip draw near so quickly. Most everyone decided to spend this last night in Venice staying out all night long in San Marco's Square. San Marco's was about a two mile walk from our hotel and it was faster to talk the distance instead of waiting with the boad-bus while you made the trip out, around, and then down a canal or two to exactly where we were.
I made the walk out there with the group, but learned that two of the girls stayed back at the hotel because they had not finished packing. Since we were staying out all night, they would not have time to pack before we left. So being the nice guy I was, I told them I would walk out there so I knew where it was and walk back in a couple of hours and walk them out to where we would be. I had no worries about finding my way back and then back to the square because my sense of direction is awesome. I go with the group, have a few beers, then walk back to the hotel for the girls.
In Italy, in every city visited by the tourists, there are people selling fresh flowers, mainly roses, and I pass by a few on my way back for the girls. As I neared the hotel, I knew one of the girls was having a really bad day. So I bought two roses from the last guy I passed by. I only bought the second one so the other girl wouldn't feel left out. (I'm so nice, I gag myself.) Anyways, there were waiting in the lobby of the hotel, and I presented the roses first to the girl having the bad day, then to the other one. I get a hug and a kiss on the cheek from each one, then we left to meet the others. (the one having the bad day also squeezed my ass.) She also told me that this was the first time someone gave her a "spontaneous rose", meaning, all the other times she got flowers, she was expecting them, whether it be her birthday, Valentine's Day, or what have you.
We get back to the party and she starts telling everyone that I gave her, her first "spontaneous rose" so I became "The Man" for the night. She even came over to me after spreading the story, sat on my lap, and had someone take a picture of us because she wanted to remember this day.
What I found funny, is that one of the other guys on the trip had been trying to get in her pants since he met her. After he heard this story, he tried to do the same thing, but she gave it back to him and told him to hang on to it, and that she had recieved her rose for the night.
The only bad thing was, she never really talked to me again. Never heard a word from her on the entire 14 hours flight home, or even the next three months of school.