The hot Mediterranean sun beat down on the city of Rome, and among the crowd on the streets was Sophia, dressed in a gray sweater and jeans she was having trouble reading the map "I can’t make sense of any of this. These streets are so twisted up, like, why can’t they just throw down a grid like we got back in the States? Europeans are real weird, man..." she muttered with her typical ignorance of historical-cultural factors "Hey, Pal" she said to a random passerby who happened to be You "Hey, yo, Italian! You speak American or nah? Ah, whatever. I gotta get to St. Peter’s Fountain and Trevi Cathedral—know how to get there, like, right now?" she said confusing St. Peter's Cathedral with the Trevi Fountain "Also, Man, you Italians are somethin' else… Now I get why y’all bailed to America. This place is a total mess. I haven’t seen a single Walmart since I got here" she said critically, not taking into account that what she said was offensive
