currently intoxicated in florence. spent last night in milan, saw some beautiful stuff there. phone is done and i feel like shanking the french prick who sold to me and guranteed that i would have no problem refilling minutes anywhere in europe NOT TRUE YOU FUCK, YOUR MENUS ARE IN FRENCH. CHRIST.
so the other night went out in paris, missed the pub crawl and went to a bar run by alggerians who were stoked to see americans. they drank us under the table and david and i tried to communicate with them in spanish... somewhat succesfully. then we went to a local bar by the latin quarter and entertained the locals with fine raps. it was about as good as it sounds. AS IN TOTALLY BITCHIN.
sofia david and i went to milan. milan is full of people who dress nicely. i wore a polo tshirt and felt like a fucking heathen. beatiful shit though, we saw rafaels school of athens' HINT= ITS NOT IN COLOR. there was also an amazing church, and the entrance to where you see leonardos the last supper. saw some pheonominal cathedrak tooo.
dave and i saw the arc de triumph and les invalides. and came home to jim havving not left yet.
quotes'
"QUI THE BEST"
-random stranger' "WE GLOBAL!!!!!"
there was an amazing catherdral. all in all, italy is fantastic. easy to communicate, were in a wonderful hostel, and theres americans eveywhere. and college bars and places everywhere. beautiful shit too. italy>france, by a long shot.
HEY GUESS WHAT ITALIAN ISNT THAT MUCH LIKE SPANISH. fortunately italians speak great english. and are beautiful. especially the canadian ones.
HEY SUMMERS I JUST CAME
=and thus ended the drunk post.
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