Mom and I watch the Batchlor in Rome last night. He had 25 beautiful young ladies who wanted to find a idea man to marry. The Batchlor is cute and a real royal Italian Prince who can't tell a good woman when he sees one. He let go an American Italian girl who was a bit short in height, but gorgeously good looking. She also spoke fluent Italian which was more than the Batchlor spoke and his history came from Italy. I think he wasn't in control, because she showed off her skills in speaking Italian which lost her the rose in the rose ceremony. The rose determines whether you the suitor stays or returns home back to America. I guess the coffee is sharpening my thinking skills for the morning. I will need this energy for work.