VISITING GAY FRIENDS: ITALIAN STYLE

DAYS TWO THROUGH... SEVEN?:

There are only certain ways to describe my trip to Italy, so I'll briefly recap with a list of unforgettable things:

- Stuffing a large purse full of items for a four day trip.
- Barely making buses/trains/flights.
(and almost shedding some built up tears at the Liverpool Street Station.)
- Getting mistaken for an Italian.
- Unknowingly being offered poppers in a bar.
- Getting far to drunk and hitting on a boy with glasses who didn't speak any English.
- Having a greasy dude shove his tongue down my throat.
(I wish I could forget that one)
- Losing 30 Euros.
- Dropping my phone in the toilet at a Kebab place.
- Spending the night on the door step of the apartment I was locked out of.
- Eating gelato every day.
- Visiting the Leaning Tower of Pisa at night.
- Walking up oh so many steps and upon steep hills to get to the most beautiful view
of Firenze with a couple of beers, kebabs, and a best friend.
- Finding out how to say "eat my dick" in Italian after having someone repeatedly yell
it to me and a group of friends.
- No smiling while walking down the street.
- Seeing two fake Davids.
- More gelato.
- Watching "My Cousin Vinny."
- The graffiti.
- The statues.

And that's about as brief as I could get...