Se Maometto non va alla montagna, la montagna va da Maometto - If Mohammed doesn't go to the mountain, the mountain goes to Mohammed
That's what we say in Italy when if something doesn't happen, you make it happen. Because it's destiny. Or something like that, I don't believe in deatiny. I believe in science, math and probability.
And when you have a self made home bar and a couple of roomates, the chance that the word "home" translates to "bar" is pretty high.
This time a word has been enough to trigger the fun night.
"Spritz?"
"Why not?"
And here we are, one prosecco, one Aperol spritz and a rum shot after
I know some of you may think this is alcoholism. Let me tell you something about living in Veneto, Italy: what you think is alcoholism, we call it aperitif. It's what we drink before having dinner 😂 no, just kidding.
We have an important alcohol tradition here, based on good wine, salami and drinking with friends, having fun together. I'm still a bit drunk while writing this lol. That's because we kept drinking rum 😅 and we laughed so hard, telling stories about parties, crazy things we've done in a long past gone and obviously women...
Blasting some metal music full volume, cutting panettone with sharpened knives... As Bon Jovi sings: it's my life and it's now or never. I ain't gonna live forever. I just wanna live while I'm alive... Or something like that, I'm not English, ok? Let me be 😂
Cheers 🍻