Trot Trot Trot

I'm sitting on my couch attempting to write one of my 8 pages papers and guess what I hear coming down my street? A horse. How many of you can say that you've heard a horse trotting down your street? I'm betting not many. I love being able to have my windows open, smell the fresh Italian air, and hear the sounds of Italy. It's these little things that make Italy so wonderful! :)