no spain no gain.
its pretty hard to remember the memorable parts and impossible to explain the indescribable, but no matter. a few visuals anyway.
nothing since prague, oh god!
in prague i stayed with a stinky beagle and her owner who talked too close and looked like christian slater, in the creepy way. i was sick alot while there, but i got to read books in braille and hang out in really strange cafes. oh, i started eating lots of grapefruits.
austria. well, austria. people sit in cheap looking diners with red plastic seats and they still look somehow classy drinking red wine. kitchens are hilarious and provoke you to tape things to the walls. and drink red wine. and when you go to a smokey underground hip hop show you throw yo' hands in the air, just be careful not to spill your red wine.
there was baby panda celebratin',
free boozin,
grampus/creepy st. nick hunting,
and endless animal fun.
i never will stop doing that.
i just think that pictures hilarious. okokokok. himom.
it was italy. it was pizza pasta mama mia. it was porko dio. de mamma ce ne' una sola! mafia mandalino! balsamico!
milano was first. milano sucks kind of, so dont worry about wanting to go there because you dont need to. except they do have happy hours where you get free buffet. i went to the dentist and i think he was sponsored by invisilign. i ate gelato, and some not so good pizza.
the end.
rome was so roman you wouldnt even believe it. and ancient.
!
i stayed a few days outside the city by the beach in a town called chiviteveccia. i was there asked why i was so sad and to name the top three moments of my life worth living:
1-3. thats a stupid question, and i hate you.
though i did enjoy beachy sunshine, haunted houses, and some other neatnesses. whys everyone wanna get so heavy when they can see i packed so light? i found some nice seashells, and there was this potato pizza that i liked.
then i stayed in the city a few days and saw all the sights just like youre supposed to do. i wonder how many fountains exist in rome. can somebody get a count on that?
one thing i learned is that roman boys are good for keeping your glasses and pasta plates full, and probably nothing else.
i felt like i was going to run out of my body to get away from this digging deeper nonsense. sometimes one day makes all the difference. on the train to florence i shared a beer with an italian man and neither of us could speak to the other so we just taught eachother to count for an hour and a half and i felt a little better. the train/beer combination is unstoppable.
i met lots of fun friends in florence, it was beautiful and my favorite italy out of all the italys in the world.
thats tommy. hes kind of like if i had a hyperactive italian older brother who practices wwf moves on you in the street and teaches you to play futball in the house. his pasta was seventeen hundred times yummy.
the supermarket in italy is in the future.
the took me to a crazy italian concert and everyone jumped and danced the most silly and carefree ive ever seen. i spilled spumoni on lots of feet and it was ok.
behind the door is lollo, and lollo is the mama.
bad habits.
domo, history.
shelley, mystery.
louisa is from berlin. she can open doors with spoons and knives and shes really good at pajama partys, cartons of wine, and christmas presents. she gave her grandma cheese.
in conclusion, never eat your pasta with your salad. its blasphemy.
i did christmas in belgium. belbium: the place of getting drunk and falling on your face. the place of endless dinner and a million french fries. the place where karate fighting with the kebab chef will earn you extra sauce. the place of dreams.
the time from last year to this was spent somewhere between switzerland and france, on the french side. with the french folks. we celebrated melanies birthday and 2008s birthday too.
french songs and sing star were a plenty, as were the breakfasts/lunches/dinners packed with cheese and wine. my french vocabulary: "formage" "POUTAIN" "bonjour"
now i'm in barcelona.
but i need to siesta.
nothing since prague, oh god!
in prague i stayed with a stinky beagle and her owner who talked too close and looked like christian slater, in the creepy way. i was sick alot while there, but i got to read books in braille and hang out in really strange cafes. oh, i started eating lots of grapefruits.
austria. well, austria. people sit in cheap looking diners with red plastic seats and they still look somehow classy drinking red wine. kitchens are hilarious and provoke you to tape things to the walls. and drink red wine. and when you go to a smokey underground hip hop show you throw yo' hands in the air, just be careful not to spill your red wine.
there was baby panda celebratin',
free boozin,
grampus/creepy st. nick hunting,
and endless animal fun.
i never will stop doing that.
i just think that pictures hilarious. okokokok. himom.
it was italy. it was pizza pasta mama mia. it was porko dio. de mamma ce ne' una sola! mafia mandalino! balsamico!
milano was first. milano sucks kind of, so dont worry about wanting to go there because you dont need to. except they do have happy hours where you get free buffet. i went to the dentist and i think he was sponsored by invisilign. i ate gelato, and some not so good pizza.
the end.
rome was so roman you wouldnt even believe it. and ancient.
!
i stayed a few days outside the city by the beach in a town called chiviteveccia. i was there asked why i was so sad and to name the top three moments of my life worth living:
1-3. thats a stupid question, and i hate you.
though i did enjoy beachy sunshine, haunted houses, and some other neatnesses. whys everyone wanna get so heavy when they can see i packed so light? i found some nice seashells, and there was this potato pizza that i liked.
then i stayed in the city a few days and saw all the sights just like youre supposed to do. i wonder how many fountains exist in rome. can somebody get a count on that?
one thing i learned is that roman boys are good for keeping your glasses and pasta plates full, and probably nothing else.
i felt like i was going to run out of my body to get away from this digging deeper nonsense. sometimes one day makes all the difference. on the train to florence i shared a beer with an italian man and neither of us could speak to the other so we just taught eachother to count for an hour and a half and i felt a little better. the train/beer combination is unstoppable.
i met lots of fun friends in florence, it was beautiful and my favorite italy out of all the italys in the world.
thats tommy. hes kind of like if i had a hyperactive italian older brother who practices wwf moves on you in the street and teaches you to play futball in the house. his pasta was seventeen hundred times yummy.
the supermarket in italy is in the future.
the took me to a crazy italian concert and everyone jumped and danced the most silly and carefree ive ever seen. i spilled spumoni on lots of feet and it was ok.
behind the door is lollo, and lollo is the mama.
bad habits.
domo, history.
shelley, mystery.
louisa is from berlin. she can open doors with spoons and knives and shes really good at pajama partys, cartons of wine, and christmas presents. she gave her grandma cheese.
in conclusion, never eat your pasta with your salad. its blasphemy.
i did christmas in belgium. belbium: the place of getting drunk and falling on your face. the place of endless dinner and a million french fries. the place where karate fighting with the kebab chef will earn you extra sauce. the place of dreams.
the time from last year to this was spent somewhere between switzerland and france, on the french side. with the french folks. we celebrated melanies birthday and 2008s birthday too.
french songs and sing star were a plenty, as were the breakfasts/lunches/dinners packed with cheese and wine. my french vocabulary: "formage" "POUTAIN" "bonjour"
now i'm in barcelona.
but i need to siesta.