Elvis Lives!
AND HE LIVES IN FLORENCE!
I think I first saw him when Kelsie and I returned from Rome a few months ago. We were so happy to be back, heading to our own apartment. As soon as we crossed the bridge we saw him: Elvis. Okay, clearly it is just a guy that dresses like him, but I find it strange that there's a guy that dresses like Elvis here in Italy. I suppose he's loved the world over.
We saw him a few times after that, but usually just crossing the bridge and always at night. Then, a few weeks ago, I saw him in the neighbourhood by my school and internet cafe. Tonight, just as I was typing my last journal entry he walked into the internet cafe! I can't believe it! Apparently he's a regular here, because the guy that works here didn't think anything of it - he clearly has a pass and everything. Its weird that I haven't seen him here though, considering how much time I spend here.
Anyway, that's my story about the Florentine Elvis. Elvetine, if you will.
I think I first saw him when Kelsie and I returned from Rome a few months ago. We were so happy to be back, heading to our own apartment. As soon as we crossed the bridge we saw him: Elvis. Okay, clearly it is just a guy that dresses like him, but I find it strange that there's a guy that dresses like Elvis here in Italy. I suppose he's loved the world over.
We saw him a few times after that, but usually just crossing the bridge and always at night. Then, a few weeks ago, I saw him in the neighbourhood by my school and internet cafe. Tonight, just as I was typing my last journal entry he walked into the internet cafe! I can't believe it! Apparently he's a regular here, because the guy that works here didn't think anything of it - he clearly has a pass and everything. Its weird that I haven't seen him here though, considering how much time I spend here.
Anyway, that's my story about the Florentine Elvis. Elvetine, if you will.