Italy in breif...
I had a great time in Italy, I'm surprised I'm not as fat as the blueberry girl from Willie Wonka because of how much I have eatten and drank. So I shopped alot, ate and drank alot of wonderful food and wine and traveled around alot. At the begining of the trip I was staying at my aunt and uncle's apartment in this town called Alba which is in the Peadmont northern region of Italy while my mom and sister were staying about a block away at this very cute hotel in the town central. I had so much fun w/ my munt and uncle and I met alot of their friends, I wasn't bored at all when I was w/ them and they are both pretty good at controlling my sister which is a major plus cause she can so get on my nerves. Alora, that lasted for about a week and a couple of days untill my anut and uncle left to go back home to NY and that was upsetting because they were suppose to stay longer and they are the only people in my extended family that I am close to. Like I swear to god if my birthday wasn't on september 11th then none of my extended family would even know; that is how unclose I am to them. So that was upsetting. Then my mom came up w/ the idea of going to Milian for 2days before my dad was to come over from the US, so we went by train and that little trip didn't go so well...I was really stressed because I'm not one for large cities in which nearly no one speaks that same language as you. That was the hardest part about the trip, the language and me not knowing so much of it, although my aunt and uncle have gotten rather good at speaking Italian. Alora, after we got back from Milian my dad came like 2-3days later and we stayed in Alba at my aunt and uncle's apartment for a couple mopre days and then we went the the beach in this little town on the Leagorean coast called Noli and man it was so beautiful there! I got such a nice tan, well actually it started as a mild sunburn so my sister gave me the nickname of "lobster". The water was so blue and we were staying at a super nice hotel in town across the street from the sea. Alora, then we went back to Alba again for that was the "home-base" did some day trips saw alot of churchs and castels and towns and shopped alot then we went the to Alps. Ohhhhh myyyyy, going from the hot weather at the beach and in Alba to the cold weather of the Italian Alps is pretty shocking. We went to the top of the Alps and it was -2 C! And this is the summer! I can't even imagine how cold it gets in the winter...But the views were spectaculer! The Alps were breathtakingly beautiful w/ the white tops of snow against the stark blue sky. So anyways, that was a fun trip for a couple of days and then we went back to Alba did some more day trips and eventually left to come back to the US. What a long flight home! But I drugged my self up w/ Benadrill and slept a good portion of the Frankfurt to US trip (that was after the Milian to Frankfurt trip and the 5, yes count them 5, security check points in Frankfurt almost causing us to miss our flight!. Alora, that was my trip in breif, and I missed everyone like woh! But I had a overall good-great time in Italy though it would have been more fun if my parents allowed me to bring a friend and if they had more control over my anoying sister...But that is a different topic. P.S. Bars are wonderful places for all you underage american people >smiles<. Alora, now I am home and I felt like not alot has changed in a month (I can't believe I have been gone so long!) but now all of a sudden I'm getting this feeling inside me that says "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck etc...I FEEL TRAPPED. I haven't even been home for a day and I want to escape!". I'm not use to America yet, all its stupid rules and what not. I miss living in a town in which I could walk and get everything, I miss everything being so close. Next time I go back I have to know Italian. Like it was so hard not speaking the language, there were so many people my age but yet the communicating thing was so hard. I would of had alot more fun if I knew the language, but hey what can you do. I guess you could say that I'm worried of falling into old habits again, but I use to summer as an excuse...I haven't blazed in a month and yet in Italy I was craving like crazy- this isn't the life I want. And yet I come home to see my friends...And I can't even explain...I just feel trapped, and I'm having trouble explaining myself. I know I don't want to go back to how things were before I left for Italy, it was all too much, we were all doing too much. And now I come home to discover one of my friends (who will remain nameless) is now dealing drugs though he doesn't even do them and he was able to get rid of an O in 4 days. While he doesn't do drugs, all us, his friends, do. It just reminds me of the begining of the summer before I left when we had a quarter and we were smoking like every day and that isn't what I want my life or my friends lives to become. My only re-assurence is that it is the summer...