Did I mention my quick trip to Belgium in December? Sometimes when I'm facing a weekend alone in Paris I just don't want to do it. It seems long and lonely and cold. So, I call a friend and jump on the next plane or train and go for a visit. (I'd jump on a Vespa if I had one.)
In December I fled to Brussels. It was my third visit. But it was my first Vespa ride. Mamma mia! I don't know how to say that in Flemish or I would. We went for a two-hour ride with two two-hour smiles.
I guess I have the same attitude about scooters as I do my convertible. Wear warm clothes and have fun. That's what Santa Claus does, right? And that's what we did. Brussels by 1983 Vespa with an adorable Spanish girl, Christmas decorations and purple shoes was right up there with the moped in Cozumel, the scooter in Croatia and the moto in Procida. I'm still waiting for the Lambretta in Italia!
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