 May
23: Letter #2
What's up Everybody!
Fuck Belgium, that place has NOTHING on the rest of Europe, except
13% of the beers and a bunch of old churches. We've moved on, via
numerous hours of train rides, all the way down to the coast of
Italy, a small town called Marina de Mossa.
In Brussels we met our boy Domenico, chopped it up with him for
about 7 minutes, and proceeded to gather some information about
his family business, renting out villas on the coast of Italy. After
deliberation, we decided renting a house from this guy was a good
idea, and here we are.
 Our
days prior to Italy were full of travel and exploration but now
we're just sitting on the beach with bottles of Italian wine, drinking
until our urine is red. It's amazing. A bottle of wine here costs
less than a liter of coke, so we drank five last night and I don't
remember going to bed. I do remember walking home from the beach
and going into this gellato shop(that shit is fucking amazing).
Mike thought that because he'd drank so much wine, he could probably
speak Italian. The shop owners didnt think so, so we just ordered
more gellato. Fuck it. We're eating well too, pastas and meats galore.
We did have another breakdown though, our first day here. We were
trying to get to the supermarket and we'd been walking for about
25 minutes. Finally we walked into a butcher shop and asked if anybody
spoke english. Of course not. This girl behind the counter said
something to me, I don't speak Italian and I was famished so I didn't
understand at all. For some reason I just turned to her and said
"what, you want to have sex with me?" She smiled and walked away,
and I don't even know why that came out of my mouth.
Meanwhile, this guy definitely walked us out, pointed with both
arms the direction of the market, and for some reason, it was the
funniest thing we'd ever seen. I know it sounds ridiculous now,
but we ended up laying on the sidewalk in hysterics, laughing until
our stomachs hurt even more (we hadn't eaten in 18 hours). People
here are really nice though, they try, and we do too.
 Before
getting here, we made stops in Switzerland(Bern
and Lugano), Luxembourg(Luxembourg City), France(Strassbourg), and
Northern Italy(La Spezia). Switzerland was amazing, absolutely beautiful.
It seems like every town there has a lake and a view of the alps.
(Drew, been there done that) We sampled Rosti, one of the best damn
meals I've ever had, in Bern, and ate it with a local who had come
down to the town square to smoke his pipe and drink beer. He told
us all about the city and country, etc. Really cool guy. Luxembourg
was cool, who goes there? Staying there a night was basically just
a pissing contest. No other reason to stop in Luxembourg other than
to say you have.
Fucking Mike had the great idea to get off the train and go see
Notre Dame, in Strassbourg. Turns out the REAL Notre Dame is in
Paris, fucking moron. Really though, traveling with him has been
a trip. I get Mike-isms all the time. We're walking down a street
in Bern and he goes, "This entire place burned down in 1385, but
it was ok, they had it all rebuilt by 1406." WHAT? Who says that?
 We were on the train leaving Belgium and he goes, "Did you know
that this is where the battle of the bulge took place. Germany made
great advancecments with their tanks right along these planes."
Um, no Mike, I didn't know that. Are you serious?
One last story, before I get drunker and pass out on the sand. We
were on the train (I know, again) leaving Switzerland and heading
into Italy, when this Italian family gets on. We think nothing of
it until their kid climbs up on the luggage rack and starts crawling
all around the car, on the fucking rack! We still didn't react until
the crazy little fucker pulled out the biggest god damn swiss army
knife I've ever seen and flipped out the blade. We just about lost
it, the little guy is crawling around with this gigantic blade in
his hand, and his parents are sitting there without a care in the
world.
Anyways, we'll be here for a while, enjoying Italy, then it's off
to Greece. No real plan after that, other than getting to Amsterdam
by June 16th. Hope you all are doing well. Peace and love from the
riviera.
Colin
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