Spoken like a Spaniard who is really French
Saturday, March 20th, 2010Today:
Breakfast, first and second course: listening to fabulously hungover good old American boys moan and gush
Serious photo poses at the Trevi: i.e, boyfriend slightly re-adjusts and stoically positions girlfriend’s arm as she faux-throws a coin :: the peace sign is thrown up and steady held and re-flashed… again… again… again…
Awkward resting faces, i.e. I found two woman who naturally sported the angry naked mole rat face
Purple highlights
Silently using computers in a 7 bed hostel room with two completely silent boys
Shutter Island. I would watch it.Leo is oh so good
A pack of Asian monks
Several packs of Asian tourists
All kinds of manicured eyebrows :: on men’s faces
Pasquale, who borrowed a light :: apparently, my faux-name Mona (as I introduced myself) means girl-parts in 1/200 dialects in Italy… way to make a girl feel great, creepy old man… GOOD THING THAT’S NOT MY NAME
I’m so bad at lying
Skillfully squatting is difficult, and awkward
I can’t eat as much gelato as I thought I could
Leaving is going to be so bittersweet…!
1 day and then some; I will return to Seattle and immediately swallow its air.
<3 Graceee
