going to Venice, gondola on the canals, gelatto, pasta, wine, Cinque Terre, our friends Marco and Paulo, meeting Conrad who saved us from a "worst" with his pocket knife (see below, first worst), hiking through all the villages, cute old Italian men, really good pizza, "our" bar, playing cards every night (13 of course), our bar lady, going to the beach, cute naked babies, not cute naked old people (oops that's def a worst), getting kisses from our Italian waiter, red Italian shoes, going to the Vatican, inspiring an Italian poet to write a poem about us, more gelatto, climbing up into the dome of the Basilica, restaurant with a view of the Collesium (btw, I don't believe that that's really that old. i just don't believe it.), finally making it back to London alive
breaking the key and getting locked out of our hostel, staying in dumpy hostels in the middle of BFE, creepy stalker man on night train, night train, train station, trains in general, train stations in general, getting caught in the door of a train, losing a member of our group on a train, people who can't read train schedules, stinky Europeans, stinky Europeans in metros, buses, and shuttles (ie all modes of transportation other than walking)
Up in the air:
showering in a cave on a public beach?
I'll send out a more detailed email soon. And Katie and i have about a million pictures of everything which I will try to put up soon. Love you, ok, bye!