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I am very salty because I spent about a alf hour writing a very witty and amusing blog entry, but it was deleted by this stupid computer... I am now doing my best to recreate it in a timely fashion before Anna punches me in the face.
Turns out there is not much to do in Pisa besides look at the leaning tower, climb to the top of the leaning tower, and eat pizza. All of these things are, and continue to be, absolutely amazing, but it doesn't necessarily take much time.
Yesterday, we spent another 12 hours being victimized by the train system. As a result, we started to go a little loopy. We giggled at silly things and hallucinated from lack of food. It was actually pretty entertaining, minus the stifling heat.
When you meet fellow Americans or English speakers while traveling the first question is usually, "Where are you from?" You usually skip over the "What is your name?" business and by the time you think to ask you've parted ways. Therefore, Anna and I have been forced to give these people nicknames. Below is a brief run through:
Douchey McGerman - Very loud and obnoxious. He was very tan and had a middle-aged surfer dude look. We also never saw him with a shirt on. It is also likely that he was an alcoholic seeing as he was constantly drinking vodka out of plastic cups and asking us if we wanted any. No, thanks, Douchey. It's 10:30 AM.
Jess - This woman, also middle aged, just simply looked like her name had to be Jess. I cannot pinpoint exactly why, it just was. She was very holier-than-though about anything and everything. She was from Texas and made fun of American Football (wtf, Jess?) and also found it necessary to discuss how great her packing skills were very loudly, early in the morning, while some of us were trying to sleep. B.
Voice twin - If you know Anna and I well, then you know that we are big fans of the show It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. It's hilarious. But there is an episode (Mac and Charlie Die Part II) where Dennis gets a European roommate. Said roommate has a very bizarre accent and they never specify where he is from. Turns out it's Sweden. We met this baby-faced Swede whose voice is EXACTLY the same. It was delightfully freaky.
The Book Fairy - Now you may be reading this and thinking that we are very judgemental of everyone we meet. This may or may not be true, but we LOVED the book fairy. He was a backpacker from North Carolina traveling alone who gave us books that he had finished. One in particular, Rubyfruit Jungle, was amazing. Anna and I each tore through it in a day. Thank you, Book Fairy, wherever you are. We will pay it forward.
It's Piazza, Dumbass - This guy, from San Diego, was our semi-travel buddy in the confusion and ridiculousness that was getting from Nice to Pisa. Every time we got off a train and looked around he would pop up and say, "What next?" In Genova we parted ways because Anna and I decided to take a later train so we could get food (the hunger hallucinations were really getting to us). At this point our buddy said, "Well, there's a sign for pizza, you should just follow that." We both looked where he pointed, then smiled and waved awkwardly as he walked away. Come on, it's 'piazza', Dumbass.
More to come as they pop up.
Now we are off to eat more pizza. It's really all there is left. We're going to take an earlier train to Roma this afternoon to meet the 'rents. We planned on staying the night, but the fact that this is yet another hostel where our room is pushing 110 degrees and the humidity is 100%, the decision was pretty easy. Ok, Anna is getting very antsy and is threatening to eat me...
YAYYYY ITALIA!!!!
YAYYY
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