I have things to tell you that I can only successfully communicate through the intricacies and intimacies of email, so I wait for the description of your college trip so I don't feel like a tool sending an entirely unprompted narrative of my last 4 days to you via internet.
ANYWAY, Lake Como! My camera wasn't working very well!
to the lake:
Linda saw this video and all she had to say about herself was "Que Brutto!" How ugly. Also, my mama is silly and a bit crazy.
Then we made our way to the cathedral. On the way, I said my hands were cold to which my mother asked if I had left of pair of red gloves in the basement. Red gloves, said I, no, I've left no such thing.
Are you sure, she replied with a quizzical grimace. There is a pair of red wooden gloves that must be yours.
Linda laughed so hard that Mama punched her in the arm. You can imagine that she said woolen. Anyway, I made a few half hearted attempts to photograph the area
Personally, my favorite part is that you can't see a thing.
and this picture is actually significant. You light these candles for a loved one. The one on the very end towards the right is the candle that I paid £1 to light for you.
We then stopped in a cafe, as we so often do, and had espresso before venturing away for pizza.
Pizza here is fantastic, and there is no dish in America that I abhor more than pizza. It is splendid and I thought I couldn't eat enough of it. This was the personal pizza I ordered, the restaurant's smallest size.
and here's the part where I was a complete and total idiot:
Apparently the notion that I couldn't eat enough of it was entirely false. I ate half, but both Mama and Linda finished theirs.
OHAI, we have matching pants too. I realized it midday yesterday and I was like "ballsack, Lucas already has these."
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his family is actually a very specific brand of fascist, I've learned, that insists that you always wear slippers. Always. If I come down stairs and I'm not wearing slippers, Mama looks at me and says "Hai fredo?" and I say "Um, no, non ho fredo." She says something long and convoluted in italian and I cock my head to the side and raise my eyebrows in what I imagine is an infuriating whilst simultaneously endearing manner. This look has come to be synonymous with "I don't know what the fuck you're saying to me." She then simply says "Go and put on your slippers." And I do. Aren't they cute? I sure think so.
My sister Linda just came into the room and gave me a very delicious bowl of something I can't pronounce. All I know is that it's creamy, warm, sweet and lovely in every single way. Mmm, I can feel it stick to my thighs...
Oh, finally, the last part of my trip to Como. I saw this tunnel, and naturally, you and Evan came to mind.
CLEAN IS BORING!
This is not even half of what there is to tell you. And it's fucking cold here.