Alright. It's Friday. One week has passed.
You may be award of the Kubler-Ross model stages of death:
Denail, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance.
Denail is italian for denial. It is not a typo.
Well, I have learned that there are 6 stages of the beginning of a 3-month-europe-trip.
The Gianmarco Model of Travel Phases:
Holy Shit Phase: I can't believe I'm actually doing this. Did I pack enough books? Oh, the seats on this airplane are awesome! Oh...that's first class...I hope I'm not in the middle. I'm in the middle. I hope there's not a baby next to me. Hello baby. I'm going to get a lot of sleep on this flight so I start my trip with Bang! Am I really watching The Vow for the third time in a row? What! We landed!
The Currency Exchange Phase: Here's $400. How many euros do I get with that. Oh? I pay interest? No problem. Wait...you only gave me 7 Euros...
The Lost Phase: WHERE ARE THE STREET SIGNS!
There is a God Phase: Ahhh...The views, the smells, the foods. I love life.
The I Get It Phase: I get it! Italy is beautiful. Wow...more paintings. Another church! It's so beautiful! I get it! Large castle. Woah! Woopdeefrickindoo!
The Why The Fuck Do My Clothes All Smell Bad I Just Washed Them Yesterday Phase: Why the fuck do all my clothes smell bad I just washed them yesterday!
I've gone through them all.
Put my clothes in the laundry two times this time.
Just Gianmarco.
I took the boat in from Palermo to Napoli. Yesterday I saw the Duomo (See: I Get It Phase), a big castle, the Archaeological museum and then went to the two best pizza places in Napoli and got a Margarita pizza at both. An entire pizza. Two of them (See: There is a God Phase).
I tried Melone Gelato...Sample things before you buy them.
Side: I once had Lobster flavored ice cream. It was amazing.
Today I went to Pompeii. The greatest part was the paintings in the brothel. Scratch that. The greatest part was the elevated phallus in the road that pointed which way the brothel was.
Pompeii also has lemon trees that grow grape-fruit-sized lemons. Daily Snapple Fact.
Tomorrow I go to Rome (I may do Capri in the morning).
I'm hoping to go to the Vatican on Sunday to Mass (c'mon-it's gonna be epic), check out their museum, get blessed by the Pope and then join a protest for gay marriage.
My views, like Obama, will evolve over the course of the day.
North Carolina, WTF?
(I'm a little bit late on both of these events...
Sorry to get all political on my normally objective blog.)
So I'm in Napoli now. Amazing Hostel-House of the Sun. Carla, who just saw the way I hung up my wet laundry, said I have shamed my name. Fortunately she keeps calling me Gianfranco, so it's alright.
I finished the first Hitchhiker's Guide. Now I'm on Moby Dick (I think I can, I think I can...) and reading Martin Gardner's "Why I'm Not a Marxist".
Be well, write if you have any questions or you want me to explore any other politically charged themes.
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