I should really be talking more to you right now, because I’m on the longest trip of my life yet. A quick lowdown of my trip so far:
- 22nd Jun − Rome
- 26th Jun − Pearl Jam Live
- 27th Jun − Florence
- Today − Venice
Rome was breathtaking, the gig deserves a post of its own (or several), and Florence is the prettiest little postcard town I’ve seen. Maybe not as pretty as Bruges, but then I was only in Bruges for half a day. Honestly, I expected Venice to be a little bit underwhelming after Rome and Florence. But I stepped out of the station this afternoon and shit. There’s the water. Right outside the station. It’s so absurd and also so awesome.
In any case, I actually only logged on to tell you about the room I’m living in. It’s a tiny room in this family’s house. And it’s got hand painted walls and signs everywhere. And bunk beds. I love bunk beds. We had them at home when we were kids, but I wasn’t always allowed to sleep on the top bunk on account of I sleepwalked sometimes.
Which is why I’m sitting here on the top bunk in this bright, quirky little matchbox room and telling you about it instead of napping while we wait for the sun to calm down a little. It’s crazy hot in Italy right now. The afternoons are entirely too sunny. The white people take their shirts off and sunbathe while we Indians try to stick to the shade.
I realise now that this post is really all over the place. Oh well.
I should go read or nap now.
PS. I’m too lazy to edit this post now, Zonk, so please ignore any typos.