praga: beer beer and more beer. oh yeah and some puke.

Prague: March 31-April 3

i flew from barcelona to prague to meet garvey. and on the plane, this woman next to me with her baby just whips out her tit and starts to breastfeed. like wtf go get a room, go to the bathroom or SOMETHING. weird. anyway. had to wait for caity for an hour and a half for her flight to get in... couldnt understand shit because the czech language is retarded. tento jazyk je hloupý. whatever.

- our hostel was BEAUTIFUL, double beds, two bathrooms, hardwood floors, EVERYTHING.

- of course caity and i went to a traditional czech dinner. and it was amazing. our bill was 660 kroner, so cheap for the amount of food we got. we had beef goulash with potato dumplings, ughh soo good. im getting hungry just thinking about it... we ordered 2 HUGE beers, pilsners and our waiter loved us. he brought us out a complimentary after dinner drink. and then honestly came back six times with six different kinds of alcohol. wtf. so drunk.. "of course you are american" he said to us. do we really stick out that much?

- went to the nightclub Radost and met up with kids in our program and saw roger there. per usual we danced on stage, i made out with some american kid (hahaha) and we mooched cigarettes off of random czechies. got home at 430 am. thats whats up.

- we woke up and headed out into the city. beautiful. walked over the st charles bridge and went to this restaurant where we ate schnitzel fries and beer. and dessert and garlic soup. not in that order. gross.

- we were walking around the square, met these two girls who were promoting their bar crawl and made friends with them and their dog milo.

- went to the sex musem. those pictures are hilarious, cannot wait to put them on fb. did you know that chastity belts are actually a real thing? yeah they have spikes on them. cool.

walked around some more, saw klara and rosa again and then some kid was running around the square with NO clothes on correction: he had a thong on. his friend had stolen his clothes and was running as well hahahha.

- went to the beer museum with klara and rosa and shooted the shit for a while. then decided we were going to go on this pub crawll. as we walked home we saw this man in a chipmunk suit, head piece half off smokin a cig looking all depressed, haha was one of the funniest things ive seen.

- we had a quick czech dinner and went on this pub crawl. starteed in a church, with stalins head in it? so weirrddd. we went to three bars and clubs and got sauced.. met these really cool australians from sydney and hung out with them for a while. the one kid tapped my beer so i figured id return the favor and shattered his entire beer. he still drank it that idiot. i was dying laughing. saw elan on the crawl and then went to harveys bar with the girls. we danced on tables, made new friends and had the best time of our lives. we made it home at 5 am.

- felt like death and got turkey club sandwiches on bagels... ahh so good. NOM NOM

- we decided we wanted to go into this cute store that sold puppets and little czech things. well, they had painted egg shells. i picked one up and yep. IT CRUSHED IN MY HANDS. the woman looked at me and shook her head in disgust. she was so angry. i had to pay for it, and then i RAN out of there.

- we went to prague castle,  the john lennon wall, and over the bridge. we were sitting drinking a beer at an outdoor cafe and watched a parade with about 20 countries go by. viva italia and kids from brooklyn were among the few. we screamed each time. i have a video.

- we also got ice cream. we are so fat.

- we went to radost for dinner because they have a really good vegetarian menu. the indian curry chicken bullshit was really good. we went to chapeau rouge, a bar that is super super shady. there are three floors, you can get any drug you want on floor 2. they have their own in house drug dealer, the bar tender is rolling joints on the table. people are rolling on E on the first floor dancing to techno music. weird men came up to caity and i and asked us if we liked men because we werent talking to them? sorry buddy but YOU ARE 50 YEARS OLD. gahhhd. no i dont like men your age if that was what you were referring to.. we moved locations to the other side of the bar, and this guy  i spot from across the bar has his hand over his mouth like he is about to vom.. i was like oh god that guy is running to the bathroom to puke. all of a sudden i feel something wet on my back, legs, arms, shoes. HE PUKED ON ME. i got puked on in prague. WHAT. i ran into the bathroom, freaked out, screaming, almost throwing up, laughing, crying, every eFCopy+of+DSCN4400.JPG" wid trying to help me, shes laughing and cant believe it happened and then she comes back into the bathroom after ten minnutes and tells me that it was HER FRIEND that puked on me. the guy ran in the marathon that morning and felt so sick. he bought caity and i drinks. it was hilarious. i wish i had the picture of us. but i dont.;;

- garvz and i left and wanted to get a cab, got into a cab and showed the cab driver where exacctly to go. he drove in a circle for 20 minutes and tried to claim that we were at the final destination. i was like uh no. you piicked us up over there...... he drove on a highway, across a bridge, back across a bridge, through  a tunnel. i YELLED at him, told him i wasnt paying and tried to get out. i opened my door and he drove faster whipping around corners, and i almost fell out of the cab. we walked the rest of the way and met up with these british kids who were so drunk. these kids were swinging over guard rails into

 the road and the one almost got hit by a car. theyre so retarded ..

- went and got a huge breakfast before our flight. bagelssssss

all in all a fun spring break.

ive been slacking part 2: spring break: barcelona

Monday March 28- Thursday March 31

BARCELONA

- monday: we got to barcelona from paris, thank god everything went smoothly.. paris was HORRIBLE.

- we walk into our 4 star hotel and FALL onto the bed because it was so nice; only 60 euro for three nights and i HAD A REAL SHOWER OMG YEASS.. and my elbows didnt hit the side either

- we walked down to La Rambla and met up with melissa and toni, and met up with Kelley Capasso, so many crazy creepy people at La Rambla hahaah...

- THE BOQUERIA: an amazing market with so much food, chilies, sweets, meats, fish. UNREAL. dolla smoothies. ran into Ali Sheets, an old friend and made plans to go out that night.

-went to a hole in the wall place for dinner, honestly could not speak the language and picked five different things from the menu to eat. welp, we picked the best things and got artichokes con queso, an omelette, mushrooms, fish and squid, all for under 10 euro a person.

- went to this bar called dow jones: the drinks are listed on a screen with prices next to them. if no one is ordering drinks, the price goes down, but once demand is in play (someone orders drinks) the price of that drink rises. i was in the bathroom and all the lights shut off and there were sirens. i run outside thinking that aliens are invading or the police had come in for some drug trade BUT it was the "stock market crash"- every drink price dropped below 2 euro. you can tell that we ordered EVERYTHING on the menu.

- feeling good, went to otto zukes/zutes? and saw EVERYONE from pitt there, bret, elan, brody EVERYONE. music was bumping, the dj was amazing, we were high on life...

Tuesday:

- woke up and met toni and melissa at la rambla, and went to the AQUARIUM!! ahhh, it was so coool, huge sharks, a people mover, FISH ahh. soo essiting.

- went to the mall, shopped around

- GOT A BODA B's SANDWICH: got todas las salsas (every single sauce they had) no wonder i felt disgustingly sick afterwards. i was sick because of the sandwich AND almost got my wallet stolen.

- we were sitting on a bench, me with my bag open, jesus im a fucking retard... some motorcycle comes up to us and starts speaking in FRENCH, who the hell speaks french in spain. weird... toni turns around and sees some other guy reaching for my wallet .. she smacks him and he drops the wallet. THE SHITTIEST PICK POCKETER EVER...... who the heck drops the wallet when you have it in your hands.
- anyway. we were walking along the beach, after the pickpocket incident and there is this man walking around the beach totally naked. NAKED. when no one else is. SCHLONG HANGING and swinging everywhere! we couldnt look away but we didnt want to look at the same time. we were so confused.
- went on the water for PAELLA for dinner. it was unreal. split 5 bottles of wine and took a shot after dinner.
- went to chipitos a shot bar and had a harry potter shot ahhahahah and a chipito shot.
- made our way to shoko, a huge club on the water because our guy friends could not get into opium. they were wearing sneakers just like everyone else and when we asked why they werent allowed in the guy said that their shoes were "dirty and old".. oh well. we had a blast at shoko, was invaded by italians (STOP FOLLOWING ME)

- came home at 4 am.

- WEDNESDAY:

- went to the boqueria and park guell, an amazing place, all mosaic by Gaudi. these italian kids thought we were spanish and serenaded us (sami and i) for 5 minutes and video taped it. weirrdd.

- went to chinese for dinner, had 5 bottles of wine at the chinese restaurant between 6 people, and our waiter decides to give us these shots that taste like LEMON pledge. ew fucking gross...... AND then he gives us the bottle. ugh bad night

- THEN pregamed at Pippermints, known for their fishbowls omg terrible idea. puked in the bathroom, rallied, and went to Broadbar, and blacked out apparently danced on a million people and had a great time. not sure how we got home though... oh well.

- almost didnt wake up for my flight except for the fact that the maids walked in on me half naked in bed. cool. .. the girls drunk packed all of MY shit. so i had no phone in prague. not like i needed one...

- spilled my water in the check in line in the airport, great morning..

 

ENJOYY

on to prague.

spring break: PARIS

Paris: Friday March 25- Monday March 28

- at the airport, amanda orders a sandwich and clearly gives the guy a 50 dollhair bill. he gives her change for a 20. he honestly just pocketed 30 euro... we called the manager and put up a fight, but the douchebag lied to us.

- we get in the cab in paris and the driver cannot speak a lick of english and on top of it, he doesnt know where to go. he drives us in circles for honestly 20 minutes and sasha and i are trying to navigate/yell at him in french. wow, thanks high school french for getting me NOWHERE.

- had an amazing dinner after mr. toads wild ride. dinner consisted of duck confit, and roasted potatoes, a nice change from italian food.
- saturday: we headed to notre dame and saw where quasimodo lived, we also heard him ring the bells for us. what a gentleman. i never understood why esmerelda never got with him, i could get over that face i think. we also saw the gargoyles which were amazing.
- the girls got bombarded by these little shit gypsy kids who pretended to be deaf, but clearly werent because an hour later we heard them yelling to each other. what fucking assholes.
- had lunch at a bistro where i ordered a croque monsieur, basically a fancy grilled ham and cheese. it was amazing, but they charged me 4 euro for a tiny ass bottle of water. the french are such douchebags.
-we walked along the siene going towards the eiffel tower eating nutella crepes, and took a million pictures while trying to fend off the obnoxious venders "1 euro".
- had dinner where the woman told me that i should "work on my french" seriously such douchebags. sorry i cant pronouce sausage correctly in french. fuck you.
- hostel confiscated our alcohol because apparently it was dry... soo we had to grab it before dinner and brought it to cameron and danielle's apartment they had for the weekend. everyone on my program who was in paris at the time was there. we had a pregame, they went out while we went home. we were preparing ourselves for barcelona in the next few days.
- ran into some drunk french kids while i tried to hit on them using my best french speaking abilities. FAILED.

- went to the metro to go home, it stopped running and we found out after we were waiting for it for 15 minutes. hate my life.

sunday:

- i went to the louvre and the musee d'orsay by myself. no one wanted to go with me. whatever. no one appreciates art like i do...culture defective ammmuricans. didnt even see half of the louvre but saw the mona lisa which is pretty neat...

- the musee d'orsay had a gaugain and van gogh exhibit so i HAD to see it. it was amazing, everything i imagined it would be

- met up with everyone including pat and justin and had dinner at this restaurant my mom had suggested called Champs Du Mars. ordered the steak frites, totally expensive, the waiter hated us because we were americans (seriously these douchebags think their shit doesnt stink) and then left to go to the eiffel.. every 20 minutes it lights up and it was so romantic. FML.

 ON TO THE NEXT ONE... BARCELONA

i am a strawberry thief!

so last night amanda, sasha, schmeggles and i wanted to check out this bar called trinity college. it is an irish pub and apparently it is legit. before we went, i made bomb ass bruschetta and caprese salad, and sasha made her homemade chicken soup. bomb ass dinner. we finished the economy sized bottle of wine and another and then we andiamoed that bitch to the bar. on the way to the bar, we passed by the amazing trevi fountain. we walked past this truck that was open and full of fruit... i looked left, i looked right, and i didnt see a soul in sight ( i swear to god i didnt mean to make that rhyme)... so basically i went inside the van and stole a bunch of strawberries and we all booked it for the bar. a nice little snack..
the bar was the italian scholars. so many italians... goodlooking ones and not creepy. i really want to go back to that place.
today i was walking down the street and saw those two twins that were dancing their faces off at Gilda... well, like fucking weirdos, they were dressed exactly alike AGAIN, holding hands, as if they had been cloned. it was the weirdest shit ive ever seen. they had the same haircut and color... both wearing the same grey shirt, ,leggings, white jacket, same handbags, same shoes in different colors. everyone was laughing at them. muwahahaha. thats what you get for being a weirdo...
bought a new bag today. full leather. not like you care. so im going to go.
ciao ciao
vaffanculo

irish jigging, petrified bodies and chairlifts

thursday night was Saint Patricks Day so of COURSE we went to scholars irish pub. Caity Shelby and I got green guinesses and tried to fight through the crowds of the bar. As the night went on, Caity and i went into the room with the one man band on the guitar singing irish songs and started dancing with this really super drunk guy who was from dublin. He taught us how to irish jig, well kind of and was dancing with us for a half hour. Caity and I ditched the lad and started to irish jig on our own. We had a circle of ten people surrounding us and clapping along with the irish songs while watching us "dance". A man came up to me and asked me if i could teach his girlfriend how to jig, while a couple of others asked us if we were from ireland. granted, i just dyed my hair so i do look irish, dark hair and blue eyes, but we couldnt keep up with the lie and said we were from america.hahahaha hilarious though that we could bullshit that much. we danced the entire night, the band was rockin and it was probably the best st pattys ive had.

friday morning we left for naples and pompei. we arrived at pompei, had pizza which was nothing to rave about and went into the archeological site. it was legit. it is so cool that there used to be a huge town there back in the day... and then it was all shot to shit when vesuvius erupted. there were petrified bodies which were really cool... we checked into the hotel and went out for dinner. as always the food was amazing- we hung out with everyone getting drunk on the porch (minus me) as i was tired and we had to wake early the next day.

on saturday morning we headed for the bus and took the bus to the harbor where we would get the ferry to Capri... well. uh. the boat was huge, but the ride was rough. every single person... well almost everyone vomited because the waves were tooo big. kim puked 6 times!! i didnt though. i was sitting next to joe trying to sleep and all of a sudden his breathing is heaver... and i look over and he is in a deep sweat. hahahaha he ran to the back of the boat but didnt vom. champ. capri was one of the most beautiful places i have ever been. i fulfilled one of the things on my bucket list: to touch water so blue that it shines. look that the picture to see what i mean. we headed up the island to the town of anacapri at the top and walked around. we met antonio viva who is famous for making beautiful sandals custom fit to your foot right in front of you, we grabbed lunch, did a little shopping and headed to the chairlift. this charlift was INSANE. its a wooden one person seat that you sit in while it takes you up to the highest point of Capri... it was about 13 minnutes and the view of mt vesuvius as well as the town was amazing. ive never seen anything more beautiful. when we got to the top, the view was even more beautiful. there was sea for miles, beautiful rocks and the beautiful amalfi coast.ugh i want to go back. after taking a million photos and having a photoshoot on top of the mountain we made our way back down to meet the group. apparently Ben, andrew, Steve, Raul (from Romania) and a couple of others rented vespas to go around the island and were screaming Mi Scusi at the top of their lungs for two hours while riding hahahaha. theyre crazy.

we went out for dinner on saturday night and had the most lesbian butch waitress ever... we ordered this pizza that was a meter long. and fucking demolished the entire thing between seven people. i ordered pasta

with mussels and clams which was amazing... duh its the mediterranean! while we were leaving the waitress decided to hug and kiss melissa. fucking weird... we booked it out of there realll quick. haha

sunday- today, we went to this boring archeological museum and the entire time i thought i smelled like homeless man's pee, i was trying to smell my clothes, leggings, shoes everything until i realized it wasnt me but the landyard i was wearing for the tour. wtf. gross... afterwards amanda and i went on a little date and had the BEST napoli pizza EVER... napoli (naples) is known for its pizza... and being a shithole. honestly it is the dirtiest town i have ever seen. the slums outside the city are as bad as if not worse than harlem.... gross.

after lunch we took the bus to mt vesuvius- the active volcano that last erupted in 1945. we climbed to the very top and looked inside the crater. the view over italy was amazing... and the volcano was even more interesting. steam was coming out from the rocks as it is still active. the walk up the mountain was aweful... i am so out of shape its unreall.

on the way home on the bus, the bus kept breaking down. it was bullshit. but now im home, going out, and coming back to schleeeep.. love you all

fragolina, 16 year olds in hotpants, fitting in

 monday i had my midterm in italian mafia. i aced that shit... no really i got it back today and i got an a-. HOLLA. monday night the girls and i thought it would be an amazing idea to take our food stamps and to go out to dinner. we passed by this restaurant by the pantheon that has this special fifteen euro sexy strawberry wine. we ordered a shit ton of food, pizza, pasta, bruschetta, lobster, the works.. the waitstaff was loving on amanda and sasha and again im left out. NOBODY LOVES ME. bleh... soo after we had about two litres of wine split between four of us, our waiter brings us this "sexy" strawberry sparkling wine, for free. we finish it, we shoot the shit and close the restaurant, oh but wait. he brings out ANOTHER bottle. so we keep shooting the shit. its probably 1030 at this point, we've been there 2 hours. we think we're done but no ROMEO... no joke this guy's name was romeo, sent us another bottle of wine and said " bella bella bella". he brings his vespa into the restaurant and we all take pictures on it... after 5/6 bottles of wine later we were feeling good. the waiter and romeo came with amanda and i to campo di fiore at the drunken ship... had a great time with the italians who were 28 and maybe 36.. hey! age is only but a number... went back to the boys after and i ended up hanging out with ryan later in the night.
tuesday: nothing exciting happened... seriously went to school. came home and took a nap even though it was 65 degrees out i was so fatigued. Beatrice came to our house to take the readings for the mid semester electric cost and told us we were spending too much. we got freaked out and when she left, she knocked on our door 3 minutes later and realized she forgot to divide hahaha. we're good. i made dinner for kim and i last night, obviously ate tooo much like always.. i met up with ben andrew and alex tessa and lauren and we went to this bar called studio 18... it was ladies night so shots were 2 euro. well. i think we realized why it was called studio 18 when we got there, everyone was under 18. good bar pick alex... seriously, tessa asked how old someone was and he said 18, darted his eyes like he was lying and ran away... i looked around, some of the kids had braces, as well as this girl dancing on the bar in shiny hotpants.. weird. we had to leave and went to scholars where i cut my hand open on this piece of glass sitting on the table and had the bouncer/runner guy help me disinfect. it was disgusting. hahah GOOD NIGHT
today i had class, we went to the parliament building for the mafia class. we saw how parliament worked, watched them all vote and realized that the members were talking about the camorra and cosa nostra mafias. the government tries to hide murders and the member called the government out on it. it was really interesting.. we also had this guest lecturer in my art class, a world renowned historian came to speak to us about greek art. it was really interesting.
in other news, i have a fever and im going to bed. nighty.
buonanotte

m.i.a. broken plates and eurotrash

ive been missing for maybe a week. i have no idea what the hell has been going. its like my memory has gotten shot to shit.
basically my days are. wake up. eat the crack cereal i bought. (seriously the special K chocolate here is amazing. instead of those chocolate cubes, they are shaved DARK CHOCOLATE pieces). every bite you want more so we named it the crack cereal. muwahaha. ok so i eat, go to school. eat again. walk around and explore rome, maybe do some laundry and hang it to dry because they dont have dryers here. and then eat again and drink and go to bars.
monday night i went to garvz apartment and made a home cooked meal with her roomate and her. it was awesome, we studied and ate. ahh,
tuesday was fat tuesday and garvz and i decided it would be an amazing idea to drink wine, make a home cooked meal and go out. we pregamed with two bottles of wine. uhm yeah. cool. went to trastevere, and while we walked there we met some man from madrid who i gave SHIT directions to. i think i led him to termini but i have NO idea... ended up at this bar called stairs, no one was there. kind of remember. and then we went to this bar that everyone raves about called DJ bar. eh i mean it was ok but caity and i werent in a good state so it wasnt too fun. however, our friend alex kept making it rain and buying us tequila shots. BLEH. i shoved garvey and my ass into a cab and went home- atee the rest of my stale pasta and apparently broke a plate trying to eat it .i wake up in the morning and i asked kim why there was a plate broken... hahahahahah
ALSO on tuesday was the women's festival. every woman got in free to museums and shit, so tessa and i went into the colosseum, pretended we were tour guides and tried to sell ourselves to americans and british to give tours. we made up this ridiculous story that anyone would have bought... i think we should go into business.
woke up feeling like SHIT on wednesday. but obviously i woke up and did it all again. but i think i stayed in and studied. i have no idea what i did that night.. god damnit. bleh. i walked home from school that day and a cab almost ran me over... honestly kim and i almost died. men were yelling in my face and shit.
thursday night caity and i pregamed at the boy's apartment and played zoomay zoomay. i obviously won even though ive never played before. it was the best pregame game ever. i felt good. we went to dj bar and there was this special shuttle that takes you to the club akab... we missed the shuttle. went into a cab to testaccio ( the area with all the nightclubs)... and ended up in this club called coyote. caity was miss drunky and we pretended to fake fight in the cab. she lifted her leg up too high and kicked me in the forehead. my head is still tender... some italian men tried to have a conversation with me, broken english, broken italian. offered me a ride home i was like UHM NO THANK YOU. got in a cab and went home.when we got home we decided to make pesto pasta while caity fell asleep and passed out on my kitchen floor eating biscotti and nutella .. "i dont even like nutella but this is good". she took these disgusting chocolate muffins and burned them on the stove and ate them. hahahahahha crazy bitch.
friday: went to the perfect bun for lunch... had a great cure for the hangover.. walked around rome, shooted the shit. caity and i got dressed in our finest and decided we were going to meet up with her aunt kathy and uncle john for dinner at la ramba, a really nice restaurant by the spanish steps. before we met them we went to this cafe to get an espresso, we knew it was going to be a long night. 830 espresso hahaha.  caity pours the entire thing of sugar into her espresso... the guy thinks we are legit retarded and pours her another espresso. he was def hitting on caity though. hahaha. we go out to dinner with kathy and john- they were hilarious i wish they were in my family. we had a nice lengthy 2 hour dinner... talked about everything, bought us wine, bought me dinner. everything. afterwards caity and i split a bottle on the spanish steps.. drinking vodka and poor people juice on the spanish steps and then some swedish guys come up to us and go. we are swedish YA? do youah know vere zis club is Gilda? we told them we were going to the same place and we would meet them but to go ahead hahaha. we had the bottle of vodka,  and hid it in a bush outside a hotel next to gilda to be picked up after clubbing. we had no reservation but told them the names erin's friends who had a table... totally mooched off their reservation... got in, no cover charge and danced the night away at this swanky italian club. it was amazing
saturday: we went to the catacombs... they buried 500.000 people underground in different layers. they dug into volcanic rock and carved out slots to bury people and their possessions. it was the creepiest scariest place i think ive ever been to. to imagine all these people dying in the colosseum from the lions, christians being persecuted etc and being buried underneath rome. the catacomb was 12 square miles...it was creepy, dark but totally interesting. granted, there are no bones left except for two skeletons. the barbarians had sweeped all the bones from the tombs to take the possessions... while restoring it people put the bones back in different slots. .. in 1980's they removed the bones and have them locked up behind closed doorrs. grossss.
saturday night caity and i got into this weird funk. however KIM was out, and all three of us went to the club Babel. this swanky swanky night club that everyone who is anyone goes to. they have dancers in gold dancing on the table, poles, etc. you have to be well dressed in order to get in. i had to drop alfredos name at the door, who the fuck knows who alfredo is and we danced FOREVER... it was so much fun. and we were sober... had the greatest time. babel however houses the most eurotrash ive ever seen. italian women are mean as shit, and totally rude.
sunday: went to trastevere and studied for my midterm alll day at this internet cafe while watching the roma lazio game and cheering with fellow italians. love my life.