I bought these sunglasses (which look exactly like the black pairs on the right in the photo) while I was visiting the Vatican in Rome. I bought them, loved them, they fit my face perfectly. I get to Florence and smack them off of my head down in to the countryside. I risked my life scaling a wall (see picture below) just to get them back and have managed to operate on them well enough to make them wearable. They were a huge conversation piece because of the insects and cats that were going to attack me when I scaled that mountain, and are a big part of my trip to Italy.
I laid them down at at computer in a classroom and left them behind when the class was over. I went back less than an hour later and there was a girl with Loreal Feria dyed rusty orange hair sitting at the exact computer I was just 45 minutes before. I said, “Excuse me have you seen a pair of sunglasses anyw…” and before I could finish the question she whipped back at me, “No, I don’t know, I mean I haven’t touched anything.”
“Oh…okay,” I said as I did a quick stare of her nasty face to load in to my memory bank in case I am out to dinner one night and see her there wearing them. I AM POSITIVE that she had them buried in her purse under her Proactiv refining mask cream and carton of Marlboro’s.
No sunglasses plus this ice drizzle overcast has put me in a VERY bad mood today. 😦
To the left is a picture C’Anna took of me scaling the wall to get my sunglasses back in Florence. I will do anything to get these back in my posession.