Blazing sun merges through my skin and spreads around, leaving ultra violet traces. Continues searches of shades to shelter myself. And my body yet is boiling. The water reflects my sweating forehead. Ah, i can’t escape it. Ah, I am captured. Venice, Sacile, Milan.
My cheeks are hurting, as it is a warm midsummer’s night-time and I am fenced by a joyful swarm of folks, all of it causing me to grin around-the-clock. I keep on floating within the crowd and a dim Italian ballad resides in the interior of my ear cosily beating its drum. Now this wholehearted sound grew into a personal tinnitus. Rome & Florence, It was nice to meet you
Yo! So quite some time has passed since I came back after having a mini euro trip, but I was too busy getting off my tail to write for my imaginary audience. The route was (more or less) Lithuania- Eindhoven- Amsterdam- Rome-Florence-Venice-Sacile-Udine-Milan-Lithuania. I know that Jeff Schaffer’s Euro Trip is pretty much wrapped up in erotic charm, but my personal experience was a bit of a let down, in comparison with that department. If someone would ask me to tell an hour long story about the Colosseum I would probably tell him or her to wank off. Why? Because I wasn’t infected with a monument-explaining-diarrhea, since I don’t need no brochures (and education). I prefer having a non-touristic experience while travelling, thus, when I can, I reside with the locals. Walking down the small street, following a bunch of locals to a petite corner cafe that has jawgasmic fresh sandwiches and doesn’t cost an arm and a leg has its own pizzazz, I guess. Getting lost and finding your way, buying fruits at the market and laying down at the park most likely wouldn’t make up for a script, but it’s good enough for a real life scenario.
Hola, readers! I haven’t shared stuff with you in a while, which is good, because it’s not that entertaining anyways. My friend after ‘interesting free’ lectures announced that his girlfriend broke up with him, but after hearing this I was ( as a selfish bitch I am) happy, since he proposed me to do something spontaneous:
-So, do you want to go to Spain (He has the tickets, but ex-girlfriend sort of ditched him)?
-Today at 3 a.m
-Yeah, why not!
Don’t wanna blabber on about what we ate and about the night outs we had, but from rockish live concert we performed, to poker with the local gang and juggling with a stolen egg for free beer, we did pretty well (?) Imma showing pictures instead!
Crazy trip! We started it by running late to the airport gates, since we were eating massive breakfast at 5 a.m. before the flight and finished with the same routine, but booze was at fault this time.