My experience with tourists started when I moved to Ireland, in a city known for its all-year-round, endless flux of visitors: certainly essential for the economy, they also brought a colorful touch here and there, with their awkward requests, strange dress sense and endless photo-taking sessions in the middle of the street.

Back in Italy, I found myself living in yet another touristic location by sea; here the Fall and the Winter are relatively calm, but Spring and Summer get crazy, to the point that even going to the supermarket can turn into a titanic adventure. As much as chilling and living life at a slower pace is understandable when on holiday, I just wish tourists walked a tad bit faster. Or kept the side of the road, just like slow vehicles do on the motorway.