Italy!!!

Kind of like Bilbo who traveled there and back again, i have traveled to Italy and returned. Actually my story does not sound much like Bilbo's, and to be honest it has nothing in common with it at all.

I have visited Milan, and lived there for over a month. It has been a wonderful time, because Milan is really eh... big, and I got to meet lots of people, eat a few tons of mozzarella, and learn a few Italian words such as for example 'cazzi e mazzi' (an expression that i would assume means either "all kinds/bunch of shit" or "problems", however my teachers were not able to find a good English term for cazzi e mazzi (because, as they told me - the language of Dante is too magnificent, divine, unique, and... at times untranslatable)).

In Milan I lived on Via Padova (which is a suburb of a town called Monza, rather than a street in Milan, since it takes less time to get to Monza from there than to get to downtown (just kidding! or not?). Anyways, my house had many commodities included in the rent, such as mailbox, a doorbell, and an easy access to a strip club, conveniently located by our thoughtful landlords right in our building!!! We also had a park there too. It was full of rats, gypsies, and romantic ppl!

After living in Milan and traveling around I have moved to Puglia for two weeks, got some suntan, ate MORE mozzarella, explored abandoned Trulli and other buildings and cave-looking houses, and did all kinds of other things, that did not include at any time washing dishes, cleaning, making my bed, shopping for food, or cooking! That was perfect!!!

Bottom-line: I have done it! I have seen Duomo, and I have visited Milan and Italy! Life goal number one has been accomplished and I feel like I have won a prize.

side note: i was told that i have to always be good to others and to myself. every time i think a nasty thought about others i just remember it and it calms me down. Again I say it: It is very hard to be a good person, being a good person is a commitment.