Rome is filled with Bangladeshi (is that even the right word?) street vendors. One right after the other they line the streets, all selling the exact same products. The exact. same. products. Standing no more than three feet apart from each other. How they ever make any money is a complete mystery, especially since most of their items are complete garbage.
One item, however, caught my eye.
The Pope bobble head.
I mean seriously, what could be a better souvenir from Rome than a freaking Pope bobble head!?
ME: I have to have a Pope bobble head.
HUSBAND: Why on earth would you want that?
ME: Because it’s awesome. Duh.
HUSBAND: No, it’s not. It’s just something you’re going to make me carry around.
ME: I never make you carry things around!
HUSBAND: *twists shoulder to show me my camera bag he is carrying*
ME: I will definitely carry my own Pope.
HUSBAND: You’re not getting a Pope.