No backpackers, man!

On Saturday morning i went to the market to buy some fresh veggies.
Potatoes, zucchini, french beans, garlic and parlsey and basil plants gave me enough satisfaction and i went a bit around, just to enjoy the Italian life. When i got back home, i realized what it was that made me not really fit in. Except for the speech, since although i try to use my Italian day and night, I suppose everyone sees me through once i open my mouth (not even the moustache that i grew for the occasio of being in Italy helps - it's probably the 80's version). What i had in mind was the appearance.
During my morning walk i didn't see a single person wearing a backpack! and i've seen plenty of people shopping at the market, riding bikes (even met the lady who works at the printing/copy shop) ... no backpackers? there ain't no bloody backpackers in Italy! Unless they travel, saw some people on the train to Bologna - at last.
I'll never be a true Italian. I feel half naked without a backpack, i just don't go out wihout it. That's an unwritten rule. Actually, from now it's written... whatever.



Since this is kinda doubled post, the pictures from the market are in the Czech version