The trees were taller last time...
Well, basically Italy fucking beat anybody else to a pulp.
They still know how to party like I forgot to all the rest of the year...
And my Italian got better as the number of drinks increased,
and we walked up the mountain to that awesome old restaraunt
feeling patient and sober the first time around-
coming back down after polenta and wine and wine and wine
and wine.
Oh, the others.
The grappa I bought a bottle of, then the limoncelo,
and to finish with a beer.
***
So far this entry has been all about some drunk stumbling through Italy, but I guess that's the way the wind blows when your sail is heading south. Alright Tacoma, I'll be back soon- next stop is Switzerland and then I'm out like I didn't belong here anymore.
Ah, well. Next time we'll put our head between our knees and find a better place to settle.
They still know how to party like I forgot to all the rest of the year...
And my Italian got better as the number of drinks increased,
and we walked up the mountain to that awesome old restaraunt
feeling patient and sober the first time around-
coming back down after polenta and wine and wine and wine
and wine.
Oh, the others.
The grappa I bought a bottle of, then the limoncelo,
and to finish with a beer.
***
So far this entry has been all about some drunk stumbling through Italy, but I guess that's the way the wind blows when your sail is heading south. Alright Tacoma, I'll be back soon- next stop is Switzerland and then I'm out like I didn't belong here anymore.
Ah, well. Next time we'll put our head between our knees and find a better place to settle.