May 6th-May 7th Giardini Naxo to Lipari

Alright. This has got to be quick. I have 50% battery and I want to watch Mad Men.

Surely you own a charger, Gianmarco?

Why yes I do but it is for an American plug.

Surely you bought an adaptor, Gianmarco?

I did but it only has two prongs, my computer charger has three.

Why would you do that, Gianmarco?

My Dad said the third prong didn't matter-that I could just have it hanging off the side of the adaptor.

That sounds safe!

I know! But when I tried it-the charger started making a weird buzzing sound and my computer shocked me when I touched it.

..., FYL

I know.



So. It's hard for me to focus on my trip tonight because I finished The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest. Holy shit. Cried a lot. AND did you know that his 'wife' (can't explain-mad men!) has a computer that has the first 200 pages of the 4th book? (Stieg Larsson died from a heart attack going up 7 flights of stairs to his office because the lift was broken. He anticipated completing 10 books in the series. He also outlined the 5th and 6th. It's tragic.)
I feel seriously depressed when series end. Post Harry Potter-cried for 10 minutes while I spooned the book. His Dark Materials (Golden Compass)-sat in the subway for 10 minutes crying. Wayside school series-do you remember that? I didn't cry but I read them like 3 times each. I only allow myself 10 minutes of crying per sad event. Except when I watched Brokeback Mountain. That and Black Swan are my favorite films. (focus, Gianmarco) (sorry.)

So book-wise-I'm going to start Hitchiker's Guide to the Universe (Then Moby Dick I swear!) and I'm on Martin Gardner's Chapter on "Why I am not a Determinist or a Haphazardist"




BACK TO TRIP
Last night I went out with Gianni (of the Gianni house) and others who were working there. I pounded 1.3 beers but then there were sounds of chaos from the streets. Apparently some Italian soccer team beat some other Italian soccer team and won some Italian soccer thing and people were going NUTS.
Champagne popping, huge black and white flags (the team's colors. Unless people were celebrating the referees?), lots of little bikes, and those horn things that make the loudest, worst sound at the press of a button.
WHO INVENTED THESE. WHAT THE FUCK.

So this morning I went to a beach in Giardini Noxos. I tried to skip a rock. I failed miserably. I decided this was a sign that I had to leave. Took a boat to the island, Lipari. Some mayor/governor/something won the election tonight. He (the winner) is two blocks away from my hostel. Celebrations. Champagne popping, lots of little bikes, and THE HORNS. STOP FOLLOWING ME. YOU HAVE 0 REDEEMING QUALITIES.

Tomorrow I'm going to go to the Volcano islands to take a Sulfur bath. It's gonna get stinky. Supposedly it's good for you? We'll see. After that I'm off to Polermo, my last stop in Sicily.

Thank you for reading, let me know if you have any questions.
Smooches,
Gianmarco


Oh. Note. Many of my fans (...leah) have asked why I haven't posted pictures!
Here's why.
Did you ever read To Kill a Mocking Bird?
(Leah?)
Atticus Finch, my role model, has to shoot a rabid dog. He children learn that he is actually an excellent marksman, once known as one-shot-somethingorother when he was younger. They wonder (it may just be one child...I read it in 8th grade) she/he/ze wonders why her father did not ever share this talent. Some random neighbor lady says that Atticus sees it as a God-given talent and thus not worthy of bragging about, exhibiting it, celebrating it, flaunting it, getting laid because of it, etc.
Atticus is to shooting rabid dogs as I am to taking poorly lit pictures of Italian landscapes. We can do it when we have to but we don't want to show off. Forgive us for our humility.

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