He began shouting at me: “English, English, English!” Huh? “You are English, yes?” he asked. Uh, no, I told him, I was from America. “America, America, America!” he shouted. “You come here from America? Bellissimo! America! Where in America?” Um, California? “California! California! California!” all six chanted. “We love California. We want to visit California!” The group flooded me with questions from six directions as they broke out cell phones, threw their arms around my shoulders, and proceeded to snap selfies. When a young woman walked into the square they all ran over to shove their phones into her hands, imploring her to take group photos of all of us. Damn, I thought to myself as I posed with my best smile, I’m a freakin’ rock star here just because I ride a bike!