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.
Part 1 -Amsterdam. Enjoy the view, bitchachos.