Oldest Trick in the Book

Yesterday while I was coming out of a little bar in Vernazza I spied a gold coin on the ground. Being a good luck penny picker upper from way back, naturally I bent down to snatch it up. When I got my little fingers on it I realized that it was glued to the ground. At that same second a host of cheers erupted behind me where the Italian men were waiting for just such a moment and just such a victem.

It was beautiful.

I cheered back.

I think Italy and I are gonna get along fine.