Yesterday Lauren and I were crossing the road infront of Stazione Termini in Rome, when on the ground in the pouring rain I spotted a moleskine notebook (well, diary in this case). Being the moleskine collector I am, I knew that it had a space for the person's name and address etc, to return it. Except this person didn't put his details in, so we (and the Aussie in my hostel room) developed some theories:
1. He's been on an internet dating site (judging by the many names of women through it)
2. He sees a psychiatrist named Claudia the last Monday of each month (based on the fact that 18:00 Claudia has been on the last MOnday of Jan and Feb
3. He travels a lot for work (Venice, Paris and a few other places)
4. He drives a moped (taking his Viper to the mechanic was on his to-do list)
5. He was seeing a girl named Andrea and it didn't work out (she had three entries in two weeks, and then they stopped)
6. He's disorganized (he doesn't have any entries at all beyond March 8th and he didn't put his details in the front)
They went on, but I don't remember what else we came up with.
We had some light shed on this guy by some Italians we met on the train today, but that will have to wait. It's time to go eat some Florentine pasta and drink some authentic Chianti...
Ciao!
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