Well, I’m back from my trip to Italy*, sick as a dog, and back in school. I had an amazing time and have lots of good stories (many of which are of the “what happens in Florence stays in Florence” variety), but now it’s time to do this “school” thing again, so, you know, that’s going to make my lounging around a lot more stressful. Regular posts should resume ASAP.
Things that are worse in Italy than at home
- Technology. Damn Europeans and their wonky keyboards and pathetically weak Internet connections. My lack of connectivity was a special kind of hell, reserved for cool people who have lives. It was terrible.
- Bathrooms. Some bathrooms you have to pay for, some have seats that are perpetually up and you have to sit on them lest they pop up again, and some have suspicious flush-like pull cords next to them that actually say “ALARM” and can only be assumed to set off some kind of potty-alarm (not to be confused with the toilets that actually do flush by means of a pull cord).
- English. Hit the jump for a butchered English sign at a museum in Florence. Why they don’t abolish Italian and just speak English instead is beyond me.
A big thanks to Levi for babysitting me while I was there. Did you know they speak a completely different language in Italy? Stupid.
Filed under: Good times, Out and about, World | Tags: Italy, sandwiches, Spring Break
So I may have neglected to give you all formal warning that I was going to Italy for a week, thereby limiting my blogging abilities. By the way, I’m going to be in Italy for a week (I get back on Wednesday), so I won’t be blogging much until then. (Proof that I’m in Italy can be found on the blog for the hostel I’m staying at. That’s me with my pals in the second picture on March 21.)
Things that are the same at home and in Italy
- Dumb Americans. The best part is when they wake you up on the worst bus ride of your life (remind me to tell you a horrible puking story about that later) singing Rihanna songs and talking about hw much they love Akon.
- Girls in impractical clothing. Heels on cobblestone streets. Miniskirts in the freezing wind. At least they look totally hot.
- The awesomeness of sandwiches. Sammiches here are different, but just as good as back in the states. I’m telling you this because I can only assume that sandwich-quality is just as important to you as it is to me when choosing vacation destinations.
- Hangovers. Not that I know from experience or anything.
There was a time in my life that I didn’t find other people’s pain to be funny… I found it to be hilarious. Other people’s pain is always funny, that’s just a fact. If other people’s pain wasn’t funny, then why would Chris Brown beat the hell out of Rihanna? Yeah, that’s what I thought. (Too soon? Fuck it.)
And now for something completely different.
Tomorrow, I will be leaving the country for a week to vaca in Italy, where I will hang out with my good pal Levi, meet lots of cute European boys, and generally gallivant to my heart’s desire. I don’t have any solid plan for what I’ll be doing when I get there, but I do intend to spend some time conducting an informal ethnographic study of Italian bars… All in the name of research, you know.
I will also be spending approximately 24 hours on a plane in order to get to and from my destination. Here are my ideas for how to kill time during my long flights:
- Sleep
- Listen to music
- Read
So, that’s going to be awesome. And today, my good friend Ben reassured me that Lufthansa is “the worst airline,” so that’s also going to be pretty cool. Although really, the flight experience shouldn’t be a whole lot different from normal, except for no Internets, which means I’ll have to do a lot more interaction with the real world, which could end disatrously. I’ll bring a camera.
I’ve just discovered the best of craigslist, a collection of some of the most classy, insightful material that gets posted on CL. It’s mostly a smattering of vindictive, violent, and mildly offensive rants, mixed with some good ol’ humorous anecdotes that send me straight to Giggle Town.
Here are some of my favs from the Seattle area:
- Autographed copy of the Bible – $1,000,000,000 OBO
- To the Drunk Hottie who fell off my motorcycle
- To my Ex-GF’s Cat
My favorite “best” after the jump.
