Hey again! Day three in italy. pretty fun here. Today I went to the beach with my newfound hostel friends Roger and Stephanie (bro & sis). I met them yesterday after I woke up from a nap I had taken right after that last blog I wrote. (It was a good nap because I had been drooling...) We hit it off pretty well. They are from Maine and Stephanie goes to college there and Roger works as a lobster fisherman.

Roger strikes me as pretty interesting because meeting him was like meeting someone from Discovery channel's "the most dangerous catch" or whatever that show is called with all those guys fishing crabs off the coast of Alaska. Roger is the first mate on a Lobsterboat where he spends most of his life because he goes on fishing excursions twelve days at a time with two or three day breaks in between. He also told me about how his fishing boat gets into turf battles with smaller fishing companies over good fishing spots. He also said that the weather on the discovery channel show pretty much describes the winter weather he experiences on the job. I am in Europe with a badass.

Anyhow... The beach was pretty glamorous. We stayed out there all day and I am in some serious pain from the sunburn I aquired. The italian beach is a world ruled by beach clubs and marauded by salespeople who are usually pretty weird and overly persistent in trying to sell you things no one would ever need a the beach. For example: one guy stood in front of us for a whole minute trying to sell us a wiggling, singing, cat doll a similarly designed donkey. What the fuck am I supposed to do with a stuffed animatronic toy at the beach?!?! eh? Also, asian women were walking around offering massages. No thanks creepy beach urchins. I'll take my handjobs inside.

Those are just the interesting parts of the beach. I don't want it to sound like it wasn't fun. It rocked.

Ladies... at the beach tops are optional and thongs are the only way to go. Take a leaf from the italian book.

So after the beach we rode a train that smelled like livestock back into town and then went to the grocery store and picked up a shit ton of pizza and some booze. Our mission is to get these fucking girl scouts that are staying with us to party and let their hair down a little. Especially the mormon one. They are from Indiana. Most of the people I have met on this trip have been from Indiana oddly enough . Indianan's are a weird bunch. Shoutout to Matt Borgmann.

So now I am going to meet back up with my peeps and berhaps have my cousin over to the hostel for the rooftop party of the century. Stay hood USA.

-Jibreel