29th
porko dio
that’s how you curse in Italian, you say ‘pig god’, which apparently is a very bad thing to say in public.
To those of you who read this, I’m sorry for not having updated it frequently in the past week. It’s just that way too much shit has been going on.
“But Gal, if way too much shit has been going on, wouldn’t that give you more to write about?”
No, not to this extent. The speeds at which the shit has been flying through the air recently has given me no time to sit down and write a good post.
I’m still at Willy’s right now, goin to Florence today. His family is lovely and they feed me well. His mother is an intelligent women who loves to talk and loves to make me food. The other day I ate an entire pizza. Willy’s friends are all very cool and unique. Sometimes Willy and I would try to compare friends of his to some of our friends back home. One guy, Lorenzo, reminds us both of Jon Rozen. Another, Massemiliano (we just call him Massy), reminds us of Dylan Kennedy.
We went to a huge club on my second night here, which Parker and Clarance unfortunately missed due to a misunderstanding that left them stranded and helpless outside of Willy’s apartment (I’d rather not speak of it). I’ve never particuarly enjoyed clubs but this one was amazing. It was a giant outdoor park with 7 segregated areas each playing a different type of music, and two bars in the centre. It was pretty crazy, we stayed most of the time in the psychotrance section, but I toured around for a little bit. I saw two people having sex outdoors which was interesting and a little disturbing. The party lasted until 6 am, at which point I still wanted to jump around but my feet would not let me.
Jesi, the town that we’re staying in, is a very beautiful roman built town. You walk down streets that carried the clicks and cracks of horses hooves more than 2000 years ago. We stay in Willy’s apartment with his friends and talk about politics and about Italians and about how they speak with their hands.
Clarance and Parker left two days ago, Parker will go to Paris today, and Clarance to Athens. I think they spent two nights in Rome, they wanted to see FINA. Apparently they saw Michael phelps, who knows. They both called me this morning for no apparent reason, each from a different location.
I have to go eat the yummy lunch that Willy’s mom made us, so I can’t really go on. I was going to describe each one of Willy’s friends, I was goin to describe the life of an eighteen year old in Jesi, I was gonna talk about this beach…
oh and thanks for reading.
