So I actually am not sunburned at all where I should be, but my feet are sooooo burnt. I’m not sure they could be anymore sunburnt or swollen. So strange. When I met a cousin of the boys, she came up to me, pointed at my feet, and said “rosso” and stared giggling. My sunburnt feet are a huge joke. Madda tells me to put sunscreen on my feet whenever I leave the house now.
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Thank goodness for audio books. It’s very nice to listen to a book and still keep your eyes on the babies.
And knitting. Although I don’t think this activity attracts any Italian men. (edit: I got asked my number while knitting. But the man was no were near attractive)
Italian men are short.
If somebody yells Marco, they are actually looking for somebody named Marco. And it’s funny when somebody yells Paulo directly after.
Roller blades are cool. Well, they’re at least used, I can’t tell if they’re actually cool or not.
Short hair is quite in fashion here. Like short short.
The sun makes me tired.
I wish I could longboard because that would make me very cool. That trend hasn’t quite gotten here yet. Then again neither has smooth paved streets, but pescara is close with that one.
Balloon Aladdin pants are in fashion, and I’m determined find some and wear them forever.
Somehow they’ve mutated all if the dogs here to be short and squat. But like… Actually.
People don’t actually go out and get extremely drunk. They go out, have a beer, then a pizza, then go home at 2am
It’s very hard to make friends when you don’t know anybody and can’t speak with anybody.
Old people hang out where the young people do. Sometimes there will even be a lady trying to push a stroller through a crowd of what looks like prostitutes.
It’s very hard to judge italian’s age.
I’ve started speaking English in an Italian accent.
The Jersey Shore seems less and less eccentric.