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.

i need to stop going to scholars, blood and phillipinos

i need to stop going to that bar. BUT ITS LITERALLY A 2 MINUTE WALK FROM MY HOUSE.
whatver, dont judge. if you went you would understand.
did carbombs with shelby jeff and sean. i won.. god knows how. maybe it was the fact that i thought that it was going to curdle and i got grossed out so i drank quickly.
nothing really has been going on- the cab drivers drive really crazily here, i was walking across the street and almost got hit by a cab....

friday afternoon, didnt do shit. seriously stayed in my bed and watched gossip girl ALL day. im an asshole, granted it was raining/pouring so noone wanted to go out and do anything anyway.
we went out to dinner with amanda and sasha and then went to the boys house to get a bag...
on the way to the boys i was walking by a car and my leg hit their front license plate- it ripped all the way off and shattered on the ground. I FUCKING BOOKED IT. i didnt want to be arrested in italy. no way. not eva...
on saturday morning we woke up early to walk to termini station to go to the hot baths of rome. we took a tour around piazza farnese and saw the frescoes in the building. it was beautiful. we left to go to the hot sulfur baths and got lost so we got there kind of late... we stripped down, puutt our bathing suits on and got into the biggest hot tub ive ever been in. when i was in there i felt like i was swimming in a pot of hard boiled eggs. that is what it smelled like... but apparently it is really good for your skin... baby soft after that.
saturday night, we had the best intentions to go to trastevere and to try out a few new bars. obviously we didnt make it there becasue our pregame lasted until 1230 and the tram stopped at 12.. we're idiots. Sasha toni melissa dominic and ken and i went to campo di fiore. i thought it was going to be a good night.. we were fucking wrong.
we walk from sloppy sams and go towards piazza navona, these phillipino kids asked us if we had a cig and we all said no. they followed us for 4 blocks and kept asking us if we had cigs and we kept saying no. i trailed behind because i knew something was going to go wrong. all of a sudden BAM. ken gets hit by this huge kid for no reason and then 4 more guys jump hhim. i called 113 without thinking and asked the police to get there asap. they came within 5 minutes and i had to get someone to translate for me what happened and what the kids looked like. ken went home, they told him too, he was all bloody. polizia left and as we were walking home they actually caught the mother fuckers. iw ent back up to the police and told them that those kids were the ones that beat up our friend. They told me they couldnt do anythin without ken there but they were the ones who sent him home because they thought they werent going to catch the kids even though they had a good idea who did it.
FUCKING RETARDED.
we saw tem getting arrested and walked home with these italian guys that were really funny.
crazy asss night.

sunday shelby and i went to villa borghese and walked around the park. on the way, there were carneval celebrations and every kid and parent was dressed in costume. kids we're wildin out in the park on go carts, there were segway tours, and people dressed in sushi costumes. there were horse parades, lots of horseshit which i stepped in and tons of hot italian men out. goood day.

took tons of pictures with my camera that i sat on. oh well

scholars, scholars, scholars PUKE!

monday night- decided to go to the merrimack boys apartment ALONE to play cards and drink wine. they taught me palace- and i ended up beating them at their own game.. thats what you get bitch.
we went to scholars, met up with our entire program and then i left.
boring
tuesday night: decided to go to the merrimack boys apartment, this time with sasha and amanda and they bought me a litre and a half of wine. a huge ass bottle. housed most of it, put on some michael jackson, did the dances from the video game and went to scholars. apparently i was at scholars with all of my friends and decided to leave and on the way home i vomited on the cobblestone streets. SUCCESS= puking in a foreign country. holllaaa right outside my apartment.
wednesday in class i was in AGONY- i felt like shit all day, had five different lunches and still felt awful. had a calzone,. but rallied and met up with GARVEY after class! my umbrella got shot to shit, basically holding up a piece of fabric on a stick over my head. looked like a wet dog when i met her for coffee. she came to my apartment, we caught up on life and went to cavour 313 wine bar for dinner.
caity and i went to scholars AGAIN- it was the closest thing, soccer was on and it was pouring. we made friends with these three italian guys from calabria and had the funniest, most broken english/italian conversation ever.
we talked about berlusconi, where we were from and basically everything i could say in italian. hahahaha apparently this guy is a police officer. he came up to me and said "are you from miami" im like uh no? weirdos here. whatever.
probs goign out with garvs toinght, not sure.
kbye

nice was nice after i blacked out

on saturday we went to carnaval in nice- i had the leftover bottle of champagne that i didnt even open, so i stole it from my frige and took it to the parade with me. amanda, alex wilson, matt sasha and i thought it would be a wonderful idea to drink on the beach in nice. amanda per usual tripped down the stairs and spilled her entire bottle on some black french guy- we were apologizing in french to him and his friends as well as him were laughing hysterically. hahaha. granted, we were a little tipsy from popping the bottle on the train- ive never experienced more mean mugs in my life than the french staredown we were getting on the train. they hate americans so much. note to self: never go back to france.

SIDE NOTE: some creepy man came and sat with us on the beach while we drank, tried to drink our alcohol and tried to make friends with us. he was 50 years old, totally creep status

and was hilarious. i flip videoeed the entire conversation... he didnt speak one lick of english, and my french isnt too good so we had a hilarious conversation. (i legit thought i saw him tonight in rome on the street... seriously i did see him)

well- we all got wasted and went to the parade: i blacked out, apparently ate two crepes: a pomme (apple) crepe and most of my friend's nutella crepe. i came back stumbling to the room and fell asleep in my disgusting hostel bunk bed and was apparently speaking gibberish to my roomate. oh well.

we wake up and decide to start drinking again because mixed drinks at the hostel were 3.50. we go to carnvale parade at night and the thing is sold out.... BUT we get in for free because we are dressed up. well i wasnt, but i rubbed my furry bee headband in the police officers face and he ushered me in. the floats were amazing- biggest shit ive ever seen in my life... we had a silly string war, had french kids silly stringing us in the face as well as throwing confetti on us. haha. they know how to do it there. go look at my facebook pics if you dont believe me....

the next day- we walked around nice, had the best most delicious lunch ive ever eaten- 20 euro got us rockfish soup, leg of lamb AND apple tart dessert. Hello 20 lbs... we shooted the shit for a couple of hours and decided it was time to go to the airport... and our flight was delayed an hour...

thought it would be a good idea to take a taxi back to our apartment- Marco told us NEVER to pay more than 40 euro for a cab. the driver tried to charge 60, then 50 so we screamed fuck you in his face and got out. the next driver we had  let us pay him 40, but he drove 100 miles per hour. thought we were going to die. couldnt find his meter and thought he was going to kidnap us.. and he looked like the creep from nice... our luck couldnt get better. we had death grips going on in the backseat.

when i got out, i kissed the ground and cried and kim threw up. thats how intense it was....

but for now i have to sleep: more stories to tell from tonight and this past week.

ciao

roofs, testes, barf and nice

basically im in nice france right now and have had the weirdest two nights of my entire life..
LET ME RECAP
Thursday: amanda sasha and i went to the drunken ship and immediately i was hit on by this study abroad dude who was really creepy looking... seriously why do all the creeps flock to me?? he asks me my name and then starts rapid firing questions at me at a million words per minute "do you play music? what kind of instrument do you play? whats your major? what year are you? how old are you?" im like dude, stop, slow down, breath. when i told him i was an art history major he went off the wall about architecture and then asked me if i liked roofs. "like roofies"-no he was legit talking about roofs. he asked me if i liked mansard style roofs... seriously. if you want to pick me up please use the generic, are you from tennessee? line. when i told him that i played piano he started to sing oasis to me. im just standing there with this weird ass look on my face, obvs he doesnt get the hint. he starts going on and on about pennsylvania and finally i just walk away.
we met up with these italian guys who linked arms with us and started skipping and singing showtunes. i was sober---- loved watching all this shit go down.

Friday: we woke up early and headed to the airport for Nice, France. While in the airport security line, some black guy's luggage popped open and his apple started to run away. obviously i ran after it and scooped it up for him after laughing my face offf. all the security people thought i was a terrorist or something. not only did i give the apple back to him, i wiped it on my leggings in a seductive way without thinking about it and everyone in line was laughing at me...not with me.
oh it gets better: we forgot to get our tram tickets stamped, so when the tram police invaded, they pulled me off and tried to give me a fine. i denied that i had money but paid anyway for fear that i would be ttaken to french jail... then the police asked us where they we were going later and told us they would buy us a drink at the bar.i was like " uhh you better fucking buy me a drink you dickhead"... you just cost me30 euro.. fuckhole.
we went to this bar called waynes and the bad luck kept happening, chelsea face planted, busted her knee and broke her heels. however there was this really awesome band which made up for our shitty luck.
we then headed to this bar called the three devils and it was the most uncomfortable place ive ever been in. we walked in to this light vortex and there were DUDES everywhere. there were only like 10 women in the entire place. it was awkward. and to add to it, thhere was porn being played on the tv screen. we made a fast exit.
outside the bar was this guy wearing an all white outfit, shirt, shorts, and a blonde wig. he also had fake balls hanging out of his pants like in jackass. he was also puking outside the bar... hilarious shit.
doesnt stop there. we get on the tram and there is this asshole yelling motherfucker on the tram. every other word was motherfucker in a french accent.. scared for our lives.
oh wait.. whhen we got off the tram, we called the cab company  and they hung up on us five times because we couldnt speak french... finally i get on the phone, talk to them and try to get a cab... finally picked up the shuttle.
HATED LIFE.

ethiopia loses per usual, birthday surprises and vomit

monday night, kim and i were team ethiopia so we wore all black and then some red. yeah we're racists, so what!! of course we lose in the first round... maybe it was because we were buzzing off the liter of wine we ordered with our phenomenal dinner that consisted of deep fried meatballs in a parmesean crust, caprese salad, a ragout sauce on top of some pasta with a funny name, i cant remember shit anymore. well after our meal, and partial food coma, and vino, we headed to the boys house for the pong tournament and like i said we lost first round. we suck. im so not college.afterwards i went towards the vatican to 46 to study italiano.
yesterday at class i wanted to shoot myself. i had on this humongous sweatshirt that didnt even fit me, i hadnt brushed my teeth so i was skeeving myself out and i was wearing clothes from the day before. i was the definition of RANK, FOUL, STANK etc.etc.etc. when in roma... in italian class our teacher asked how we were and i asked her "come se dice i want to throw up" she started laughing as did the rest of the class. everyone was commenting how disgusting i look and how many bags i had under my eyes. oh well. thank god im not trying to impress anyone in my program.. haahaaha
last night we went to dinner, had a spinaci e ricotta lasagne and then amanda and i made our way up to 46 for ryan's surprise party. dickhead all day wouldnt let me take him out to dinner or study with me to get him out of the house. so the party waited at this bar next to the apartment and bombarded him. he was pisssseddd because he had to study. he got over it. the entire party was bumpin, we met kids on other study abroad programs and everyone had a great time.
it was time for the cake and as he cut into the cake, there was a smirnoff ice right in the center of it... you got iced bitch. it was the best icing ive ever seen.
didnt go to class today. felt like shit and almost vomed this morning. wow i talk about throwing up a lot in this blog... who am i? daniel tosh.
meh
i miss american tv.
ciao

people watching to pass the time

this morning i decided to plop myself down in the middle of the piazza navona to people watch and BOY was it a sight. i honestly have never seeen so many asian people in my life. theyre everywhere... they invade and then they swarm. and then they think that you are italian and ask to take pictures with you or of you.... wellll thats kind of weird. when i was in venice, every single person was asian... it was fucking weird. if i wanted to study abroad with a ton of asians i would have gone to china, but they eat dog there so nevermind...
last night made me fucking hate italy. it was pouring rain and we had to go buy groceries to go cook at the boys house. amanda and sasha were told vaffanculo and were physically shoved out of a store for asking for directions. some old man yelled at us in the grocery store because our gatorade was touching his hand, and then the woman who was bagging was being mean about giving us another bag.... and my umbrella kept popping inside out and my coat smelled like wet dog again and i hated my fucking life.
tonight will be fun. beer pong tournament at the boys house ... kim and i are on team ethiopia! hollla!!

i smell like alcohol in other news.

thursday night we  cooked a family dinner with amanda and sasha at their apartment... we had farfalle with olive oil, chicken parm-ish and insalata. it was amazing. my shirt ripped open by accident and kim had to sew it back up- i wasnt about to walk around one of the most religious cities with my boobs hanging out of my shirt. TRASHY. we went to the merrimack boys house to pregame per usual and decided to go to campo di fiore with ryan... the drunken ship is awesome. we met everyone out and i ended up meeting some kid who is in greek life at pitt. small world. we ended up following these italian people and went to la maison- some club. haha it was disco night the day we went so the music was like "stayin alive" and "its raining men" it wasnt good dance music but eh. totally got lost when i was coming home and found myself staring at the vatican- it was gorgeous.
friday we didnt have class but ended up going to school anyway to hand in some paper. decided it would be a good idea to try to find my way to amanda and sashas.. i got totally lost for over an hour and eventuallly found it. and like an idiot i forgot my map.
yesterday we went to tivoli gardens-it was one of the prettiest places i have ever seen in my life. getting there was retarded. we had to take a metrotrain to another train station and then to another one and got lost trying to find the gate and missed the train and then had no money to pay for ANYTHING. hahahah couldnt find a bancomat to get money out. bleh. finally get to tivoli and the first thing we do it buy two bottles of wine, kebabs and eat and drink on some random steps. spill red spumante alll over my pants, shoes everything. im laughing so hard with wine in my mouth that i try so hard not to spit it out.
went to villa d'este and had the most amazing time. split another bottle of wine there, saw the waterfalls and fountains and then escorted out of the place when it was closing... we caught the sunset at some childrens park overlooking all of tivoli- it was one of my favorite things i have done here.

for now a nap im dying and smell like alcohol AFTER i took a shower. riddle me that.

slit your wrist day, andy dick and some spitting

monday- valentines day. ohh nooo. obviously didnt have one sooo we decided to drink our faces off. amanda sasha and i \went to the merrimack guys house and had an i hate valentines day drink off and then decided to go to this club called shari vari playhouse. per usual we didnt leave until 12 am to go to the club and everyone in my program was there. bobby and i are talking and he nudges me and asks if i know who andy dick is.. me: yeah you mean like that lame show on mtv the andy dick show? bobby: yeah hes standing right there.  i look up and yepp there is andy dick on the balcony chillin and drinking a mixed drink with this biddie... well his hairflow is golden- and its super long, but he is super scary and looks the exact same as he does on tv... weird huh? every single italian guy and study abroad guy in that club was goodlooking i didnt want to leave. granted half of them were definitely 18- drinking age doesnt exist in italia. bahah.
tuesday: had class, went grocery shopping, bought some nutella, bread, eggs and yogurt, and of course pasta. duh.
last night was the welcome drink at school and because i am ainsley ashton i fucking missed it. whatever, i had other things to do,,, not. amanda sasha and i went to the vatican area and we went to check out ryans apartment-it was huge. there were two bathrooms, three bedrooms and a balcony. a HUGE balcony. we played white elephant- i fucking dominate that game and we also played kings. i suck. seriously suck at it. i dont know what is wrong with me- i guess i dont pay attention because i am always drinking. king of the ship rule was played last night and i never rowed once- always drinking for that. never ask me to play that stupid game. we went to scholars an irish pub down by school- for thsoe of you that go to pitt, its like pcaf... drinking karaoke dancing the usual. we stayed until 230 and headed home
wednesday: had class today- felt like shit. honestly thought i was going to vom all throughout class. had waves - you know what i mean. had to run home with kim after class in the pouring rain, smelled like wet dog, gagged off of my smell and then vomed in my apartment. VIA FRANGIPANE you have officially been christened.
had to rally because we had cooking class tonight. we walked to some italian man's apartment and learned how to cook chocolate mousse, rigatoni carbonara and grilled vegetables. i took it upon myself to clean all of the dishes so we didnt look like asshole americans, and it wasnt until i left that i realized that the guy had a dishwasher. seriously the dishes took forever- kill me.
we walked to the vatican to ryan;s apartment so i could pick up something that i left there the night before. the walk from campo di fiore wasnt bad, but the roomates told us we could take a bus back... as we were walking to the bus, some old man yelled at us and then decided to spit on kim. the shit people do here is legit ridiculous. i have never been catcalled so much in my entire life. i get "woowoo, mama, princess, blondie, barbie, hottie, mmmm, ciao" etc. but spitting on someone? weird
we get to the bus, wait ten minutes for it, get on what we think is the right bus and it obviously wasnt. it took us honestly 10 feet and dropped us off at some bus depot. we had to walk 25-30 minutes home. hellooo tight ass. had to stop and get gelato because i burned all those cals from dinner off. had the worst time ordering and every single time the old man laughs at me because im an american. wtf. cool. having the best time here though. im still in the honeymoon phase and i have a feeling soon im going to get homesick, but everything is ok right now. oi oi oi .. ok well im probably not going out tonight, im super tired, tired of voming and falling asleep writing this. hahahahah

ciao
ainsley

roma ro ma ma ga ga oohh la laaa

finally made it to rome. we left the hotel on saturday right after i had posted about amanda kicking someone's dog....

we all got our own row in the giotto bus and i was the bitch who took the entire back seats.. so basically i spread out over 5 seats while everyone else was bitching and complaining that I was the one to take the back. suck it. you snooze you lose. we stopped at a rest stop along the way but the line for the panino was wayyy to long.. so i used my resources, bought a baguette and some salami and made my own homemade sandwiches haha.

we finally arrived in roma and honestly kim and i were the last ones on our bus to get a taxi to our apartment. and it wasnt even worth the wait. the taxi driver didnt speak a lick of english so we couldnt communicate where the hell we were going. he honestly drove around the colosseum for 10 minutes because he couldnt find our street. then he dropped us off in a shady back alley and pointed us in the wrong direction and then demanded 5 extra euros for getting our bags out. what a dick...

it doesnt end there. i cant even roll my bags down the street to my apartment because the wheels kept getting stuck on the cobblestones and my 80 lb bag would NOT roll down the street. we finally see the entrance to our apartment but there were no landlords in sight. romolo who works in the restaurant next door was talking to us and told us that he had no idea where the landlord was or who they even were. we were standing outside sweating from manhandling our bags and laughing our asses off out of worry. AND it was getting dark and we had no idea where the hell we were. finally our landladies roll up on their vespas and inform us that we would be making the journey to the third floor... uhm yeah . not happening. there wasnt even an elevator/lift and kim and i had about 100 lbs each in luggage. romolo was a saint. he carried our bags up all three flights. love him.

we enter into the apartment and we feel like we are on an african safari. our apartment is rustic, you can see the wood beams from the roof and there is orange and yellow accents and a rhino mural on the wall. but we love it. its the perfect size for us.
we were so beat from moving in that kim and i decided to eat dinner at the restaurant below the apt and have romolo be our waiter. we ordered a million things like a cheese plate, bruschetta, carbonara pasta. we shooted the shit for 2 hours and ate and drank a liter of wine between the two of us. amanda and sasha came and they drank with us and we had mojitos and ate dessert. these italian/portugese guys who were friends with romolo offered us some dunkin donuts and we combined our tables together and hung out with them for another two hours. it was fun.

yesterday we had orientation and a walking tour of rome. nothing special. amanda and i explored, went to her apartment and then met up at the boys apartment at 8. they cooked us an amazing dinner. we brought six bottles of wine which we happily drank and got saucey. we played drinking games and had a fun time with each other. i even cleaned up all of the dishes from dinner- everyone was appreciative..

today i had class- our professor of the italian mafia class realizes that our "priorities while studying abroad are sex drugs and rocknroll" so he let us out early today. hes the man.

tonight- shari vari club for an i hate valentines day celebration.

ill keep you posted

quote of the day:

non comportarti da baggiano

ciao

ainsley

la vita bella

btw : saw the trevi yesterday- beautiful

you kicked my dog... in other news.

basically amanda and i decided to walk to the duomo yesterday and climb to the tippy top. on the way there, we passed by the cutest puppy ever. i said to amanda- hey look how cute that dog is, and she spun around, said what dog and kicked it. ha hahahah ah shes a dog kicker.
the top of the duomo was an amazing view- but the walk up was horrible. it didnt even cross our minds that we would have to walk up 400 stairs to get to the top. ive been eating like a wild cinguali or however you spell it (wild boar)... seriously i am surprised i havent gained two hundred pounds.... i eat so much pizza pasta and panini... once we climbed to the top of the duomo- it was the most amazing view. we could see all of florence. what a great way to end the trip.
last night we went to dinner at this place called dante's which was right next to school. if you make a reservation they give you free house wine bottles. we had 5 bottles waiting for us, 4 bottles of water and four flatbreads free of charge. i had tagliatelli with porcini mushrooms and truffle oil cream sauce. and oh wait, heres the best part- they didnt charge me for it so basically i paid 3 euro for my dinner and three glasses of wine. HOLLA.

we're about to go to rome in a half hour. i have no idea how i am going to lug my 80 pound bag up three flights of stairs to my mansard roof apartment. once i get there ill let you know how it goes.

ciao-
ainsley

astor. fights. siena.

tuesday night noam dj.ed at club astor. the music he played was legit. everyone in my program went out to support him. the night was young and so were we. however, i had a bad feeling as to what was going to happen that night. kim and i drank boxed wine before we went out *way better than franzia... uhm ten times better and it was only 1.09 euro- crazy huh? there are no open container laws in europe so we took our boxed wine to go and drank it on the way to the club. classey eh?
everyone was having a good time- music was bumpin, everyone was having a great time until some PSYCHO girl on another program decided to be a total asshole. she pushed my friend tyler and then shoved me for NO reason. she got in my face and asked if i wanted to go bitch. uhm, go where? yes ill go get gelato with you. no i do not want to fight you. i walked away. jesus that would have been two fights this month. i am NOT a fighter... it was unreal. i decided to leave the club. whatever. she ruined my night.

yesterday we went to siena, a town an hour and a half outside of florence. it was like a village for midgits. everything was really small, the roads were like san franciscos- really steep- and there wasnt much to do there.
we went inside this church that is dedicated to Saint Catherine... thought it was going to be a normal church but nah. they had her skull on display covered by a facial mask to give us the impression that her head was displayed for everyone. it was her real skull. to add to that, they had her legit thumb in a display case. WTF is wrong with italians. thats foul. it was all shriveled up like a prune and was tiny because it is a million years old. gross.

anyway- going out tonight. more stories to come.
ciao fuckahs.

a rat in a maze: venizia and wine tasting

thursday night after i wrote to you, amanda and i thought it would be an amazing idea to go out to the bars after our test... uhm lets just say that i felt a little under the weather when i was packing for venice the next morning. i get back from the bar at 3 am- try to talk to kim (who is still awake) and apparently i was whispering in our room hunched over saying "psst, i know you can hear me. stop ignoring me psst" hhahaha. kim called me a crackhead and we went to bed. i actually packed for venice that night - after i got home so when i arrived i had no idea what the hell i packed. the bus ride was terrible- i mean it was only three hours, but i had to sit with alex wilson and he had his mouth open doing head rolls/nods the entire time... jk love you alex.

we get on a boat to get to venice- duhhh there are no cars or mopeds or anything on the island. everyone walks everywhere...hmm maybe that is why all italians are in shape! unlike amurrica! we stayed at this hotel called Hotel Messner.- the walls were carpeted and matched the bedspread while the rug fit the color scheme but totally ruined the flow of the room. of course the bathroom had a bidet. hahaha... we went on a tour that afternoon- uhm venice is amazing. ive never seen a city soo beautiful. it has over 350 bridges- and every single road is a back alley- which gets kinda sketch at night but whatever. also, there arent any gypsies that wiill fuck with you but, there was this woman (or i thought it was a woman) who was begging for money outside the hotel, until i saw her face and realized it was a man wearing a dress. eh i guess crossdressing isnt that unusual in venice because there was a whole shop dedicated to it...

kim, amanda, sasha and i decided to take the night off of party party party and go out to a nice dinner. we ordered a shrimp pasta dish- the food keeps getting better everyday. also, there arent many clubs in venice/ there are NO clubs or any nightlife. the population is middle aged or retired, but nonetheless we still had a great time being grown ups and going to dinner ( or at least trying to )

like always, kim and i slept through the tour on saturday morning. WE MISS EVERYTHING. i woke up with a sore throat, felt like someone had punched me in the throat. once i woke up, i left kim to fend for herself and went to explore the city with amanda. we made it our mission to buy masks. its that time of year again for carnevale (a huge carnival where everyone dresses up in costume and masks.) we both bought masks with feathers- only 10 euro and they were certified venetian.

kim finally decides to meet up with us- and i get this frantic phone call from her. albanians (who live in italy) as well as italians are notorious for being the BIGGEST creeps in the entire world. some creepy 45 year old man had just sat down beside kim and decided to grill her and ask her all of these personal questions like: where are you from, are you studying here, do you have  a boyfriend? WTF. she said yes hes meeting up with us now (total lie) and ran away and tried to find us hahaha.

BY THE WAY: to add to the creepiness... jodine went out to the piccolo club the night before- probably the sketchiest nightclub i have ever seen, and the only one in venice. it was in a dark back alley... anyway, apparently she was dancing with some italian in the club, he spins her around and decides to lick her face.... uhmm thank god i decided to go out to dinner with my girls that night.

saturday i decided to take a shower and blowdry my hair and guess what happened AGAIN: yeah you guessed. i got my hair stuck in the dryer AGAIN and had to cut it out AGAIN. wtf is wrong with me?? at this rate, my hair is going to look like raggedy ann, or i wont have any left. i need to be more careful.

sunday we came back by bus, farted around because we were super tired and had to wake up early for class the next day. however, after class yesterday, our program took those who signed up to this castle called vicchiomaggio for a wine tasting. we learned about different wine, tasted four different kinds as well as a liquer (sp?) to eat with the biscotti they gave us. drew and chris both got shafted of wine a million different times and were pissed hahah but the food, wine, and biscotti were delicious- kim and i had a nice little buzz and decided to take a million pictures outside this castle. my life in europe is so hard: i get to go to classs until 130 everyday and then go to chianti in the countryside to a castle for wine tasting.

however, i do miss all of you for sure... but the nightlife is way better than at home. tonight my jew-homie Noam is dj'ing at an awesome nightclub/bar in florence. were all going to support him. if i hear black and yellow one more time though, i might scream! holla! 

quote of the day:

rompere le palle/ i coglioni

ciao
ainsley
la vita bella
keep reading.... 

palazza vecchio, pisa and gypsys

to kill time yesterday Sasha and i thought it would be fun to go to Ponte Vecchio and Palazza Vecchio before we had to go to our retarded academic meeting. Ponte Vecchio: basically meaning old bridge, is one of the oldest bridges in italian history. There are a million jewelry shops along it and if you walk further, you hit restaurants with killer deals like a salad and pizza for 5 euro. We walk by the bridge every single day on the way to scuola- no big deal. The views from the bridge are amazing, you can see all of florence from one direction and then the alps in the other direction. You really have no idea how amazing it is to see all of the art that ive been learning about my entire college career.

we made our way to Palazza Vecchio: an old medieval fortress that once housed the Medici family, one of the most powerful families in italian history. What is cool is that you can see the tower of the fortress wherever you go. back in the old days, every citta (city) tried to be dominant and superior to others. depending on how high your tower was, that was how much power you had over the other cities. its fucking ridiculous that amanda greg ryan and i got lost in the rain trying to find club 21- its right next to the tower. we are such retards, wtf. anyway sasha and i went to see it. it was HUGE. totally amazing. however i was so distracted by all of the asian tour groups that were passing through.... i always taking pictures of asians taking pictures of things. hahahaha. theyre just ridiculous.

today we had an exam in italian- aced it. holla! we took a bus to pisa. seriously it is the most rank city i have ever seen. dirtiest place- never want to go back. gypsys everywhere, couldnt go up the tower, and everyone is taking the stereotypical leaning picture hhaha. well i mean i guess i took one too. or two or three or four. bleeeh hahah. fucking gypsys man. theyre crazy. i stuck my bag under my coat and i pretended to be pregnant for 3 hours. it was hilarious. but for now we're packing for venice. we leave tomorrow morning at 8 sharp. i havent gotten ANY sleep since ive been here. my body hates me. i do head nods all the time in italian class and my body is so tired that it twitches randomly throughout the day like a tourettes child.

no time for sleep.. party party party all dee time.

quote of the day:
dimmi come te lo piace


ciao- a domani
ainsley
la vita bella

suck it costanza

my italian language professor asked me to pull things out of my bag to show her so we could identify objects. i totally forgot that my dirty italian book was in there. she saw it and in her funny accent says "oooh dirty italian lemme see" i warned her that she wasnt going to be very happy. she flips to the dirtiest page in the entire book and goes..."suckah my cock".. uhm then my face went all red and everyone was laughing at me. she probably thinks i am the biggest whore on the planet. hahahahahaha WHOOPS.

just had a plate of spaghetti pomodoro (red sauce) at this hole in the wall place for 4.90 euro.. thats whats up.

Astor bar, twice nightclub and maybe others tonight. message me on the book for my italian cell number.

ciao
ainsley

rain. food. mangia.

poured all day yesterday- finally let up around 3 when we finally rallied and got going. nothing is open on sundays because it is a holy day or whatever... fucking lame. even market central is open on sundays and all the sodexo workers have other shit to do like sell their crack. calvin ( mr. on time- kid is always late to everything. 1. almost missed the flight to pisa 2. came an hour late to dinner 3. missed orientation) yeah you get the point. he came with amanda, kim, sasha and i to the square to eat lunch. ive never stuffed myself so much, eaten so much food in my life. i would put up a picture but i am a retard (per-usual) and took pictures on my camera without a camera card in... uhh. k great. we all shared everything, had pesto pasta, egpplant and onion pizza, bruschetta, and caprese salad as well as tortellini. lunch came to 17 euro but it was worth everything. we did nothing all day yesterday, what pieces of shit we are.

we woke up at 730 this morning, language class started today. on the way to school we had an amazing view on the way. we kept telling ourselves "wow our lives are REALLY hard if we have to put up with this everyday", seriously, walking along the arno river every morning to class will never get old. Our classrooms are in the Eurocentres building across the river, only about a 30 minute walk. and guess who gets lost the first fucking day...? oh wait, yeah me. cool. my whole group got lost- we lost alll 133 kids. bahahaha TYPICAL.

"Mi chiamo ainsley, e tu?" was just some of what we learned today. we have a quiz on thursday.... way to jump the gun. awesome, not.  hahaa these girls just walked into the lobby and were attacked by a gypsy today. apparently she looked like a witch. ahhahah

by the way, i ate a pizza outside of the santa maria del fiore... dream come true.

quote of the day:

lei è una puttana

ciao

ainsley

la vita bella