After a very short flight, the plane arrived in Porto Costa, Italy. Francesco immediately greeted Carla as she got off of the plane. "Ciao, Carla." "Ciao, Francesco," Carla replied. "Ciao...did I say that correctly?" "Si, my beauty." "Oh, good. So what are we going to do first?" "Let's-a see..." the Italian grabbed a to-do list that he had written up. "First, we should-a tour Porto Costa." "Ok." "Great. Let's-a go!" The two cars left the airport, and drove though the Italian city. Francesco explained the major attractions of his home city. The first major attraction Francesco explained about was the casino. "This is the Porto Corsa Casino. It is the attraction of Porto Corsa for-a the rich and wealthy, for-a obvious reasons. If you'd like to-a you can-a go and-a bet for a bit." "I'll be honest, I'm not a better," Carla replied. "That is-a perfectly ok. Francesco will admit, he is-a not either." The next major attraction he took her to see was the Casino Bridge. "This is our most famous bridge. Francesco cannot-a think of-a much to-a say about it, except that it is-a used as-a part of the race-track." Carla observed the bridge, painful memories rushing into her brain. "I remember this. I think this is where my engine exploded during the World Grand Prix." Despite knowing about the incident, Francesco reacted in shock. "Yikes. Were you-a ok?" "Yeah, I was, after a little bit. It hurt like crazy, though. I still don't know how it happened." "Francesco does not-a know if this is-a true, but he has-a heard that all of the injuries that occured during the World Grand Prix were-a caused by-a some electrmagnetic radiation pulse emitting beam that these lemons used on-a us." "Really? Who'd you hear that from?" "Lightning McQueen. He said that Mater told-a him." "Interesting. I wonder why those lemons would be so cruel as to do something like that." "Francesco has-a no idea." "That's alright. I don't think any of us do. Oh, and speaking of interesting stuff, me and Raoul were talking about wolves in France and how they had come from Italy, and we were wondering if you had sent those Italian wolves into France in order to take over the country..." Francesco was starting at Carla, dumbfounded. "That...is the most crazy thing Francesco has-a ever heard. They went there on their own, and started to-a do so when Francesco was-a little. So no, he did not-a send those wolves to-a France." Carla was laughing. Francesco was confused. "What is-a so funny? Did-a Francesco say-a something funny?" "No, it's just you're reaction to my question. It was so funny!" The Italian decided to join in. "Hahaha, I guess so. Francesco was-a never expecting a question like that!" After they finished laughing, the tour continued. The starting area of the race-track was where he took her next. "This is the Porto Corsa Race-Track. You should be-a very familiar with it, as it was-a used for the World Grand Prix." "Yes, I am very familiar with it," Carla said. "This is the track that Francesco grew up racing on. At first, he used to-a sneak onto it - which got him into a lot of-a trouble. But eventually he actually started to-a race on-a it - and win, of-a course." "And win, of course." Carla repeated that last phase. "Somehow I knew that that was coming." "Of-a course. Francesco always-a wins." Carla decided to joke around with her friend. "Always? Really? Hmm...cause, if I remember correctly, I recall a certain Italian losing against a certain American in a certain race that was part of a certain Grand Prix..." Francesco smiled sheepishly. "Ok...Francesco lost-a one race. But he came in-a second, and it was-a photo-finish!" Carla giggled. "But it was still a lose..." Francesco ignored her. The two continued touring the city, then drove back to the start of the race-track. Afterwards Francesco gave Carla his list of things to do. "Here's the list of activities that Francesco has-a thought up of that we can-a do. None are in any particular order, and they are-a only suggestions, not-a must-do's. So what would you like to-a do first?" Carla looked over the list. "Geez, I don't know, they all look so fun! Hmm...the race, of course!" Carla could tell that Francesco was very pleased with that option. He was already starting his engine from excitement. "Three laps. Same course as in the World Grand Prix." "That sounds very exciting." Carla was now starting her engine. "Three...two...one...go!" Both race-cars drove off at high speeds. As usual, Francesco took the lead. Driving through the countryside was easy going for both cars. But once they got back into the city, things were extremely different. On the day of the World Grand Prix, the roads that were part of the track were closed for the race. But this time, it was a regular day, which meant that the roads were open for regular traffic. Both cars had some difficulty dodging the civilians - who weren't too pleased of having two young cars recklessly driving at high speeds. One of those unhappy cars just happened to be a police officier. But just as he was about to take off after the two mischevious cars, he realized that one of them was Francesco. And he was all too familiar with him - both as a star and a troublemaker. Instead of wasting his time chasing them, he went to warn the others of their racing. That made the race a little easier for the two race-cars, as when they returned to the city for the second lap it was much easier to make their way through the streets. As they were crossing the Casino Bridge, Francesco decided to give Carla the lead. Though confused on why, she took the opportunity to have the lead. Just as they entered the third and final lap, both cars came to a screeching halt. A female wolf was crossing the road. She stopped walking, and looked straight at the cars. "Wow..." Carla was fascinated. "Si. One of our native Italian wolves. They are-a very adaptable and are even known to-a scavenge in Italian villages for-a food, including in-a Porto Corsa." "Interesting." The two cars continued to watch the wolf, hoping that she would move. But she didn't. Francesco realized that the creature was not going to move on her own, so he slowly and cautiously drove up to her. Speaking softly in Italian, he gently pushed her off the road. Only then did the wolf trot away. "Is that common behavior?" Carla asked. "I though that wolves were scared of us." "They usually are-a scared, but not of-a Francesco. It's as if-a they know how-a good he is." Carla rolled her eyes. "Of course, a wild wolf would know about the famous Francesco Bernoulli when it has so many more important things to worry about, like not getting killed by a hateful car-" "Actually, they are-a very popular here in-a Porto Corsa." "Really? That's nice to know." "Si. Now we can-a continue race?" "Yes!" The two cars continued racing the last lap. In the end, Carla won. The Brazilian celebrated her victory. "Yes, I won! I can't believe I defeated Francesco in a race! Woohoo!" "Francesco will be-a honest, he let-a you win," the Italian admitted. "But still, I won! Yippee!" "So what do we do-a next?" "Can we eat first?" Carla asked. "Cause I'm hungry." "Of-a course! Francesco is also-a hungry. You like-a pizza? With mozzerella and tomatos?" "Yes." "Great!" Francesco took Carla to a local resteraunt (Italian, of course) and, after making sure that Carla wanted it, ordered a mozzerella and tomato pizza for them to share. After they finished eating, Carla looked at the list of things to do. "Hmm...want to go to the beach for a bit?" "Si." The two cars drove to the beach. At first, they suntanned in the beach, in order to relax for a bit. During that time, they talked to each other. Afterwards, they took a two-hour long boat ride. The Brazilian looked at the scenery of the city and Italian countryside, then at the waves of the water. She saw multiple slim, gray things moving in the water and jumping. "Look! Dolphins!" Carla squealed with excitement. "Where?" Francesco asked. Only to answer his own question by looking into the water. "Oh, Francesco sees-a them!" The dolphins were riding the waves that the boat created. The two cars watched the dolphins until they left, then continued to look at the scenery - and enjoy the ride, of course. After the boat ride was finished, they drove around Porto Corsa once more. Only to come across a festival that was being held in the middle of the city. "PARTY!" Carla grabbed Francesco by the wheel and dragged him to the festival. At the festival, classic Italian music was playing, and everybody was dancing. Carla immediately joined in the dancing. Francesco just stood off on the side, watching her. The Brazilain noticed. "Come on, Francesco! Dance with me!" The Italian grabbed a red rose off of a nearby rose bush and drove up to her. Francesco gave Carla the rose. She happily accepted it, and they danced. Many of the cars noticed the two famous race-cars dancing, and commented on it. They watched in interest as they danced. The festival lasted into the evening. After it finished , the two race-cars left. "So are we going to one of those fancy Italian resteraunts for dinner?" Carla asked. "Actually, no. We are-a going to-a my home to-a eat. My Mama is the best chef in all of Europe!" "Really?" "According to-a Francesco, si. But she's no famous chef like Gastow is-a. She still-a makes the best food, though. Francesco keeps-a telling her that she should-a open her own five-star resteraunt!" Carla chuckled. They arrived at the big, fancy, mansion-like house. "Mama, Francesco is-a home!" Francesco greeted his mother as they entered the house. "Ciao Francesco!" Mrs. Bernoulli greeted. She noticed the Brazilian. "Ah, this must-a be the Carla you told-a me about?" "Si, Mama." The Italian mother shook Carla's wheel. "It is-a very nice to-a meet you!" "It is very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Bernoulli," Carla replied. "So, are either of you two youngsters hungry?" "Yes!" "Si! And Mama, will-a you make-a your tasty pasta for us? Please?" Francesco asked. "Great! And si, of course I'll make it, my sweetie." Mrs. Bernoulli drove into the kitchen to cook. "So you still live with your mother?" Carla asked. Francesco's "cheeks" grew red from embarrassment. "Si. He does." "It's nothing to be ashamed of!" Carla immediately said. "I'll admit that I don't live on my own either. I live with Cruz, who raised me after my parents died." The Italian calmed down. "But at least he does not-a baby you like-a Francesco's Mama does to-a Francesco. But Francesco still-a loves his Mama very much, he assures you." Carla laughed sarcastically. "Ha ha ha ha that is the funniest thing I ever heard! He may not baby me per say, but Cruz is extremely over-protective. Seriously, when-" "Dinner's ready!" Mrs. Bernoulli called from in the kitchen. Both cars bolted to the table. The scent of fresh pasta rushed into their nostrils. "Yumm...that smells soo good!" Carla remarked. "Just-a wait till you taste-a it," Francesco said. After saying Grace, the three cars ate the pasta. "So do you like-a it?" Francesco asked. "Like it? I love it! Tis the best pasta I ever had!" Carla replied. "So what did you two do-a today?" Mrs. Bernoulli asked. "Francesco gave-a Carla a tour of-a Porto Corsa, then we raced, then we had-a mozzerella and tomato pizza, then we went to the beach and took a boat ride, then we went to the festival," Francesco answered. "That sounds like a lot of fun. Now, where exactly did-a you two have-a that race? Cause the Polizia told-a me that you were-a causing trouble today..." "Uhh...on the Porto Corsa Race-Track..." "And you did-a so without-a permission?" "Si...Francesco is-a sorry!" "Mrs. Bernoulli, we are so so sorry!" Carla added. Mrs. Bernoulli was not angered. "Relax, Francesco, sweetie, you're not in-a trouble! And Carla, tis nothing to-a worry about!" Francesco sighed in relief. "Thanks, Mrs. Bernoulli," Carla said. "No problem." Mrs. Bernoulli smiled. "Well, I'm-a very glad that you two had-a lots of-a fun today. So what do you two plan on-a doing next?" Francesco looked over at Carla. "Depends on what-a Carla wants." "I'm-a so glad to-a hear that you are involving her in the decision-making process. Well, if either of you two need-a anything I will-a be in the living room reading. Ciao." After the two race-cars finished eating, they went upstairs. Mrs. Bernoulli cleaned up then, as she said she whould, went into the living room to read. Right before they entered his bedroom, Francesco stopped Carla. "So, what do you a-want to-a do now?" Carla thought for a moment. "Uhh...I don't know. What do you want to do?" "I would-a like to-a...play a game." The Italian smiled. Carla nodded. "Ok." The two cars drove into the room, and closed the door. "I'm guessing that you are probably wondering if they are doing what you think they are doing (to put it indirectly). My answer to that question/thought, for not just this event but for all seemingly "suggestive" events in this story, is simply this: interpret it whatever way you want. Personally, I like to interpret it the more literal and "innocent" way, but if you want to interpret it the other way then that's fine."