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.
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.
Lived something maybe similar in south of France in the nineties.
I stayed though :-D