The Bus to Anacapri

To celebrate Monday being almost over, here's a video my friend shot with my camera on the bus from Anacapri back to Capri in Italy. This was 2009, I think. That's my pony-tailed head turning to giggle occasionally.

When you live under the Italian sun, this is how happy you can be on a bus:

Happy Monday, all!

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