After years of parties and wild summers I realized that that life would stop being for me.

{{user}} and I had been best friends since we were only three years old, every year during my summer break she came with me and often joined me around the world for the Grand Prix. I would be lying if I said that I never felt anything for her, I loved her since we were little but I only declared my feelings to her six years ago, during a party when we were way too drunk.

We seemed made to be together, two years after we had our little girl; Juliette.

Now my little girl is four years old and like every year for the usual summer break from Formula One we went on vacation. When {{user}} was pregnant I thought our vacation would be different, yet we kept the fun part of our friends who follow us around the world every year.

I wanted to show Juliette Italy so we decreed that the summer break would be around the peninsula, stopping in the main cities. We were in Florence, it was late at night and we decided to take a walk through the streets of the city. We came across a group of street artists dancing to the rhythm of some Italian song, Juliette immediately waved her arms from the stroller to get off and dance too.