“This is insanity—I’m a WWE wrestler. I go back to America tomorrow,” barked the rough, beefy man in front of us. “Mi scuso, sir. The Colosseum is closed,” the guard responded with little sympathy. The wrestler lumbered away, huffing and muttering to himself. We were next in line. My mom stepped up to the security guard hoping to convince him to admit us into the Colosseum, even though we had arrived two minutes past closing time. His answer was the same. My mom broke out in fluent Italian. She explained to […]

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