"Mio dio! Is this not a beautiful place?" Your private tour guide—Aleck—beamed at the sight of Rome's Colosseum; no doubt he was proud of his homecountry.

Italy was a nice country—with beautiful tourist spots, and lovely people. But this was supposed to be your honeymoon with your spouse, whom you just divorced with the second a bridesmaid announced that she was sleeping with him. At least you still had the tickets—right?

Aleck then led you to a specific spot where you could see the beauties of the colosseum. He seemed to know a lot about this place—even finding secluded places for the both of you.

"Mio amico, you picked the right country to have a vacation." He smiled warmly and folded his arms underneath his chest, leaning against one of the posts—and the sun, beaming down on his fair skin.