So, I mean, I guess I should update

Sure, it's been what, like two weeks? So let me try and remember what's happened:

Milan - shocked Italians with my Italian speaking abilities, shocked them even more with my pasta making abilities. Walked through Milan. Got abandoned. Saw a turtle made of animal fur (gross). Saw Katie. Went out to "Texas Town" which is a little bar in Milan. Milan people have funny accents, haha.

Overall, a good weekend. A little hectic and stressful but good company made up for it. I didn't want to go back to Naples

The following weeks? I don't really remember anything particular. Besides the fact that I rode on a Vespa with a gorgeous Italian woman who drove while the sun was rising. Yes, a fantastic and oh-so-true stereotype of Italians. It's been raining and been a little cold here in Naples.

There's also the problem of trash. Basically, the city of Naples has no where to put it so they make tiny little landfills all over. Recently they wanted to open one in a national park next to a town where there was already a town. Of course, they rebelled. So trash builds up. And there's a lot of it. So now they're looking to put the trash somewhere else but other cities are rebelling when they try to put it there.

This weekend I went to Sicily. It's gorgeous, hot and a little boring. There's not too much to do (I say this because I am biased by Naples). In Naples, every corner there's something to see or do. We left for Palermo and we were delayed and delayed. We finally made it there, then we had to take a bus and then we took another bus to the hotel and got lost. Instead of getting there, we got there at 7.

We walked all around Sicily. It's cute. Don't stay in just one city, I found out. And goodness do you eat well in Sicily. I had arancini which is a kind of meat covered in a rice ball then FRIED. Oh god. Sooooo good. The pizza sucked though (I'm an official food snob, now).

Coming back was a little harrying. We tried to catch an earlier flight to miss the storm we would be flying in later to no avail, so we had to wait in the airport for about 8 hours, which suuuucked. Then flying back was nauseating. I apparently have a fear of turbulence. I feel sorry for Eugenio's thigh.

And now I'm here. And don't want to travel for awhile now, by plane. I am looking forward to London. I'm not going anywhere until the third weekend of November, to Matera, with Serena. I would like to go to Florence but I don't have the money for a train ticket :-/.

So, that's all! Ciaooo