Saturday, June 26, 2010

Life in the Land of the Lefties

Thsi post will be written primarily with one hand, my left hand...expect many many typos....

its been a long while since i have not sure where to begin...i guess that I'll justskip last week and youle have to talk it out of me on skype...hint hint...go online

lts just focus on the main drama of the week... i broke my arm!

well kinda...sorta...not really...but its in a cast so i can lie if i want...i was riding my bike to work, and like always when i ride my bike to work in Italy, i had some kind of accident and flew off the thing headfirst. This happend far too frequently to be accidental. I am convinced that either the Italian bike maker Bianchi, or the Italian pothole-fixy-authorithy, or all lisenced Italian drivers, or all of the above are involved in some massive conspiracy out to give me a concussion...luckily for me, i am a master at falling and each time i manage to roll onto my shoulder, protecting my scull and the massive intelligence laying dormant within. This time, i ended up with a badly bruised elbow bone (is there such thing as an elbow bone?). The Italian Doctor called it a microfractura, but i saw the X-rays and it doesnt look like there is a fracture to"bo".

Anyway, as always, I just picked myself up, assessed my skull and rode to work. After two days of worsening pain i finally gave in and went to the hospital where they fixed me up for free! gotta love socialized health care...hey!, in this scenario i was the non-tax paying foreigner who was mooching off the hard earned money of the taxed citizenry! fun!

So thats that...i finished up the last week at camp Arese and this weekend i will be transfering to a city camp in the middle of Milan...i wanted to go south but cest la vie, im still in Milan. At least it will be nice to live in the city for once, instead of living 30 mins outside and having to commute if i wanna tour of go out...thattl be cool.

ok, ima go finish packing....

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Today was nice

...and yesterday

So i met up with a host family that i stayed with when i was working for ACLE in 2008 yesterday, and i ended up staying the weekend with them. I had a really nice time. The weather was pretty crappy, so we were consigned to indoor activities for the most part--last night we got pizza and went to play pool (Silvio and i cleaned house), and today we went to the Milan Museum of Technology and say a whole bunch of awesome sea and air vessels, as well as a lot of replicas of devices that devinci designed. after that we welt to the piazza del duomo and watched the Italy-NZ football game which ended in a dissapointing 1-1 leving italy with a difficult chance of qualifying for the next round. We then went to go get panzeritti, but the classic place was closed so we grabbed some fast food and checked out the galleria. After that we had a teary goodbye and i came back to Arese. A short reunion, but sweet none-the-less. You can see a photo of the kids playing a painfull italian version of rock-paper-sissors while waiting for the subway, and a rather funny photo (i think) of the masses standing outside in the rain to watch the football match...and completely ignoring the half-a-dosen world heritige sites that flank all sides of the piazza.

the italian rock-paper-sissors is playes with physical penalties for loosing. Sissors gets you smacks on the forearm, paper gets you smacks on the back of your hands, and rock gets you a dead arm...its hella-fun...

blaaa, idk if the photos are going to go through...i may need to put then in a diff post

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Today WAS better

Today was better, after meeting up with the other three teachers and venting out all out frustrations and concerns, we arrived at the school with a recalibration of our expectations. With this state of mind, we were all better prepared to deal with the slings and arrows that this camp threw at us. Actually, it was quite a good day. I combined classes with the other group at my groups' level and we had a big group activity to teach present continuous (progressive). is worked well and fun was had on all parts. We also began mini-olympics today, and though my team isnt the clear winner this week, all the kids were having fun and that really all that matters (corny).

Oh, Ps, last week ended well, the directors had some gold, silver, and bronze medals made up for the kids for first second and third place which were really nice. They had the camp location and place engraved on the metal and they had the english flag on them. Rewally nice...those directors were great. the week ended on a high note and all three of us left together to work at the same camp in Arese for this week and next week. We met the fourst teacher on sunday, after meeting out host families on saturday (who apparently were told by our 'director' to expect us on none of our families were ready thanks to her...). The foursh teacher is a nice guy from New Castle, England, and this is his 4th year teaching with ACLE so he's got lots of good ideas for teachiing and i am learning alot (slash, having my memory jogged a lot) from teaching with him.

Lets see, how about some more complaints about camp... well the food is aweful...i never thought i would say that about food in italy, but it really is. yesterday lunch was pasta that tasted like a poor man's spagetti-o's with rotty salad with hard bread and raw tuna globbed on the side. Today we had risotto that tasted like undercooked rice in hot water, mystery meat patty (that i pray was poultry) and gloopy least the rolls were good today...i had several of those...

Good news about being in the north: i have arranged to meet up with the family that hosted me for a month last time i was teaching here...i really liked them and i'll be happy to see them again, even just for a day or something.

Anyway, thats enough venting for now, i have gotta send some emails...


Monday, June 14, 2010

News from Arese

Ok folks, so now I'm stationed here in a small suburb oustide of Milan. Arese is where Alpha Romeos were first built, but in recent years the factories have been shut down (ala Kodak). My first day at this new camp was not so hot. The director is virtually non-present, and she left after lunch. Then after a day of horrible confusion because she gave us different schedules than she gave the school, which was different from the one she gave the lunch ladies, the school administrators came around and kicked us out of our classrooms in the middle of the lesson because they needed them for meetings (as if they couldnt use other classrooms). Then, while we were trying to negotiate with the administrators, who didnt speak any english) the kids all decided to leave and had their parents come pick them up. Today was not such a good day. I have got to go, but i will update more later...I need to write a bit about my host family...later, they need the comp.

Tomorrow will be better...jake

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

City Camp Noceto

Ok, so heres the news from Noceto, Italy.

I am stationed in this tiny town outside of Parma which is a small\midsize city in the center of the country about an hour from Bologne. This is where Parmasean Cheese comes from. And yes, i am sick of parmasean cheese already.

My camp it a tiny one; there are only three tutors, and 33 students (i have 12)--yet there are two camp directors, both of which are as well meaning and schnery as any camp director i have had, to the point of mild irritation. "What do you need, how can i help, you are amazing..."...its very nice, but let me work! I was gretted at the trainstation by one of the directors and her family (her son is in my class) and they took me for a drive around the town, and then to one of the other host families to meet one of the tutors, because we were early to meet my host family. They fed me some delicious cherries and i chatted with the other tutor for a while. This is her first camp so she had lots of concerns and ideas to run by me. We had a rather productive talk.

After that, we met my host family, and they took me home. They have a beautiful little house (rather new in construction) with a pool and two dogs. One is a French shepherd with fancs as long as my fingers and could swallow me whole. It is a good thing that they placed me with this family, because i think that the other tutors would have shat themselves. The other dog might as well be my dog Sophie's sister. she looks so somilar it is uncanny. She is only a year old and is about 40\50 lbs. Not like Meuler (the big one) who is an east 250 lbs.

My room is private, the bed is a fold out, but it is fine, and i essentially have my own full bath. It is nery nice. You already know my wifi story, so ill leave that at that.

The first ngiht i stayed with them, the parents had to go to work (they own and operate a pizzaria 15 mins away) and the babysutter came over (with her boyfriend) to make dinner and watch the kids. They are about my age (20 & 21) so we had a nice time talking (navigating between out shared languages: Italian, Spanish, and French). Then the kids convinced us to go in the pool, at 930pm...

Monday, after school, the other tutors and I went for a drink in town and deconmpressed after work. This was great for me, because im a talker, but the others were just too tired, and i dont think that we'll be continuing this...we didnt go yesterday anyway. That night, the host mom took the kids and I (host dad was at work on the town council) to a little trattoria in the moutains with some family friends where they fed me a delicious 3 course meal. Pumpkin Tortelli, Lamb, Terrimasu, Lemonchini, and wines throughout. I love Italy.

Yesterday went well also, we began mini-olympics (like color wars) and my team swept...woot! Last night, my Host mom bought me a sim card for my phone, but when we tried to activate it , it wouldnt work. we called the help line and they said that sometimes it takes a day or two to activete...annoying! But thats how it is, so ill try it again today...sorry ma! Last night, we went to the family pizzaria for pizza and it was great, I wish my parents owned a pizzaria, Marko is so lucky. After dinner we took a drive through Parma, which looks to be a beautiful little city, i wish that i had the time to give it a walk through. I really dont get that mych time for tourist while i am working though, just weekends and thats not enough when working week long camps because we need weekends for travel. Thats ok, im still having a great time.

Today has been fine, I am currently observing computer time (during siesta after lunch). We are done in a minute, and then we woll start the days mini-olympics. today is water relay day--my feet are soaking from filling (and mostly dropping) water balloons. Wish me luck, the winners get medals and I want one!


Monday, June 7, 2010

New rule

Ok y'all, new rule... If you are reading this blog, you are required
to leave a comment at the bottom of the post. That is how I know I'm
loved... Also, if you are a follower/ friend of the blog it helps to
validate my existance. If you are a google subscribe it it tots easy,
just click follow.

Relatives of mine ages 60 and above are exempted... I know they love
me on the basis of brownies and keugle cooked for me over the years.
Keugle = love.


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So here's how the wifi at my host family's house works: they don't
have any... Or any internet of any kind. But sometimes, once in a blue
moon, when the stars alighn and the electromagnetic frequency of the
planets poles is presenting just the right or radiation, in just the
right place, at just the right time, I can steal wifi from the
neighbors accross the valley... That time is now.

So right now is one of the only tiny windows in time when I will be
able to use wifi on my iPod, that means skype... So if you want to
talk to me, nows the time... Like right now... Cause we are leaving
for dinner in 9 mins...

Good luck and god speed.

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Post cards

Hey folks- 
If you want to recieve an adorable post card from my Italian campers, send me your mailing address. I'm going to make this part of a teaching activity.

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Train to Parma

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Begin forwarded message:

From: Jake Nacheman <>
Date: June 6, 2010 4:18:13 PM GMT+02:00

So now I'm on the train from Bologna to Parma, two towns which sound delicious. Here's what you missed:

Yesterday I finished out the day on the cruise from Barcellona to Rome. The rest of the ride was fine but I didnt really speak to anyone at all on the trip... It just seemed to be full of old people returning from vacation. Also it would have been nice to have payed out on the deck of the boat, but mh sunburn was too bad for that, so I had to stick to the dark corners of the boat lest my skin begin to glitter.

I had just bought a new vaunnegut book however, so I devoured that during the course of the ride. So far I have read two, I'd like to read his whole collection this summer... I couldn't find any English books before today's trains, however, so I setteled fir an italian graphic novel called "Dylan Dog; terrore dall'infinito" ...the infinite terror! It's basically pulp but it's keeping me occupied.

Anyway, I got off the boat at Chivittavecchia (port of Rome) and was immidiatly inspected for drugs, which was kind of terrorifying but over quickly, and then hustled onto a free shuttle to the main trainstation which would take me to Rome. I grabbed my ticked just in time to get on the train ( which was actually quite a feat because there were a dozen tourists in front of me who couldn't seem to get the simple ticket machine to work--- but, that train never came and I was stuck waiting at the port for an hour before the next train was to arrive. That ordanarily would have been fine, but it was already 7:30 and it was an hr and a half long train and I needed to wanderthe streets a bit once j got to Rome to find my accomadations. ACLE (see had given me use of a reserve flat they keep in Rome for the night, but it was out in the sticks and I was not quite sure how to get there. Needless to say I was hoping to get in before sundown. Anyway, this is what it was and I dealt. In the meantime I had some nice conversation with a American hairdresser and her MRI technition friend ( they are from atlanta) while we were wAiting-- also, it gave me time to eat something which was amzing because all I had to eas on the boat was a baguette which I brought on board with me, assuming that the price on the ferry would be outrageous--- which it was. Anyway, we got on the 830 train and arrived in Rome at 10:00. I decided that I didn't want to be murder that night, so I manned up and took a cab which dropped me off right at the door.

Unfortunately, they hadn't given me a key or a passcode or anything and when I emailed them for this information, all I got was a repeat of the address. I was hoping that when I arrived there would either be instructions for me on the door or there would be another teacher staying there already who would buzz me up. Nope...

45 minutes of wandering around looking for a phone later I was on the phone with the ACLE organizer (thank god I had written her number down) thanks to a friendly stranger who lent me his cell--- although he was the first to do so after I asked about 20 others where the nearest payphone was and they all said "umm there is none for miles...". Only this guy caught on that he had a phone in his pocked and the human thing to do was lend it to me...

So anyway, I got through to the organizer and she got through to the caretaker who met me at the flat with the key. After that sage ended I was pleased to find that the last teachers who had stayed there had left a decent supply of food in the cupboards and freezer with notes saying it was up for grabs. I ate, and made some extra food for me to take with me on the trains today, and I slept. I really slept.

I woke up early, drank some tea and headed into Rome to catch my first train to Bologna. U didnt want to be late. Previous teachers in the flat had warned the readers of their notes to take more time than they thought they would need to get to Roma Termini. So I took their advice (they also told me which buses to take--- so no more cabs!) and went to the center. I bought my tickets and had some time to spare so I hopped on the metro, checked our the colesseum (it's still there where I left it) and returned in time to buy my "Dylan Dog" and hop on the train. On the ride to Bologna I talked with a lady who was traveling with her grandson (abt 20-25)--- it was the first time that she had ever traveled outside of the country (they are from California). She was very nice, and it was sweet of him to take his little grandma on a trip, but I couldn't help but wonder if he want to sleep at 5pm at the same time as her, or if he went out in the evenings ans returned before she woke up... Did he have to sneak out? Did he ever return after she woke up? Very ineresting traveling partner...

Anyway, I left that train and am now on my final train to Parma where I will hopefully be greeted by my camp director and host family... I'll be arriving shortly, actually I think we are arriving now! g2g...

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Fwd: Cadiz, Granada, Barcellona, ferry to Rome

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Jake Nacheman <>
Date: Saturday, June 5, 2010
Subject: Cadiz, Granada, Barcellona, ferry to Rome

So now we are on a train to Barcelona (an overnight train) from
granada. The last time I updated this blog was when I was on a train
to Cadiz, so that's where I'll pick up. We arrived on Cadiz and began
to look for wifi and/or a place tk stay. We found a public square with
free wifi, so I checked Couch Surfing but we had gotten no responses--
that meant that we were going to have to find a hostel but so far we
had bumped into none yet. We kept wandering aimlessly throughthe city
looking for a youth hostel with our backpacks on-- getting heavier by
the step-- until finall a Dutch couple approached us and asked if we
still were looking for a place to stay. He said that he recogniized us
from the train Ndthat they too had been searching for a hostel but had
found none. That had, however, reported Bend, found a cheapish
pension. I usually stay away from pensions because they commonly
consist of a cell-like room and zero social atmosphere. But, at this
point, we were tired and hungry and I was ready to find anyplace to
throw our bags. So we took Bend's recomendation and booked what turned
out to be one of the last rooms in town.
We then walked around for a bit, ate, and got to know the town a
little. We sat down at a cafe for a bit and as we were sitting there a
parade started to march through the square. It featured an all girls
drum corps and a guy blowing a wistle-- I tried my best to translate
the posters that they were carryig but I still couldn't make much
sense out of them. Just as we were trying to guess what it was for,
another parade came through the square. This one had a full marching
band in uniform and a gigantic catholic float topped with a huge
cross. The thing that disturbed me was that no one seemed to be
pushing or pulling the float. Emily then noticed that below the float
were dozens of pairs of tiny feet. There were children holding up and
moving the float! I can't imagine how hot it mush have been to be
inside that thing.

I am updating the following severely days later on a boat from
Barcelona to Rome:

That night in Cadiz, after wandering around alm day, Emily and I went
for a walk on the beach and crashed early. The next morning we were
displeased to hear from the pensionne proprieter that we were not
allowed to leave our bags with her for the day unless we payed for
another night. She assured me that she had never heard of a hotel that
holds your bags after you check out. She knows because she had
traveled the world- she once went to Miami! I assured her that hers
was the only hotel in Spain that was this bad of a rip off, then we
parted ways.

Now saddled by our packs, Emily and I were condemned to wander the
streets in misery-- or to blow off exploring the town and spend the
day relaxing on the beach. We chose door number two. Crispy from a day
by the water, we lugged our bags to an historic castle on the
waterfront and found a receptionist kind enough to hold our bags while
we explored it. The castle had been converted into an art gallery and
we saw some really nifty pices. After that we walked until we found
the train station and caught the first train with open seats back to
Seville. There, we spent the night and caught a train to Grenada in
the morning (this was poor planning on my part- I assumed we could to
Grenada direct from Cadiz, when infact there is no train or road
directly connecting the two).

We arrived in Grenada around 3pm and made our way tk the city center
looking for wifi signal. I needed to get on skype because we had
planned to meet up with Josh (currently studying Spanish in Grenada).
We finally got through to his local cell and planned a place to meet
up with him. While waiting, I found a very nice pensionne (run by nice
people) and booked us a room.

We met up with Josh who proceeded to give us the grand tour or Grenada
and lure us into seeing a bull fight with him. So, that's what we did
that evening. Jus. A couple of euros bought our way into a show that
was far more grusem than I could have expected. I thought that the
term "bull-fight" meant that there would be some fighting involved.
However, it just turned out to be a dozen dudes dresses like Liza
Menilli ganging up on a little bull first with sticks that they
stabbed into his back and then with swords that they plunged into
non-lethal areas they continued to poke and stick the animal until it
bled out or got tired or living. Then they took a dagger and sepersted
it's spine at the neck. Traif.

They did this 6 times with 6 bulls.

I mean, I thought that it was going to be a bit like hunting- where an
experienced practioner can take a skilled shot and kill the animal
(relatively) humanely in one or maybe two blows. This was bloodsport.

After that we went out for cheeseburgers.

Jk-- after eating some FISH tapas, the three of us spent the night
walking through the streets enjoying the beautiful surroundings that
Granada had to offer, including a walk up the hill towards la
Alhambra, an old Muslim fort/city that overlooks Granada- it is
Granada's main attraction. We said goodbye to Josh around midnight
(because he had homework-ha) and crashed. The next morning we got up
early, left our bags at the hotel (hah) and walked back up to la
Alhambra which is supposed tk sell out everyday befor noon or earlier.
We got there just in time- and cheated a little because we found a
ticket machine around the back of the ticket office that no one in the
long line seemed to know about.

La Alhambra is a day long event. It should be called the water palace.
Beautiful gardin, after beautiful gardin, the fountains seemed to go
on forever. Each fountain was followed by another that was more
magnificant than the last. The kings who lived here certainly has a
vision on paradice in mind that I could go along with-- I'm not so
sure that I'd choose the same route of getting there, however.

After Alhambra, we were sure that we would be able to hop on a quick
train to Barca, but I hadn't taken the size of Spain I to account. As
it turns out, Spain is huuge-- the only train connecting Barca to
Granada is a 12 hour express. Needless to say, this is an overnight
train and we had a few hours to kill. We were both dead tired though,
and had already collected our packs from the hotel. There was no way
that walking the city was going te be an option (not after Cadiz at
least). So, we plopped down into a heladoria and contemplated our
preticiment over some Spanish ice-cream (I can't wait for real Italian
gelato). We decided that we deserved some airconditioned rest, so we
found a movie theatre and watched "the prince of Persia" dubbed in
Spanish without subtitles. I don't think that I'll re-watch it in
English. Doest matter, it was a welcome respit.

We boarded the train around 9 pm and had a pleasent enough journey.
See the post below for some details on that drama. When we arrived in
Barcelona we once again began our usual sage of wandering around
looking for wifi and or a cheapish hostle. We found neither but were
contented with 19 euros a night. Once checked in we had Internet
access (ahh the catch-22) and I wen. On couch surfing only to find
that we hadn't gotten a couch anyway. *Note to self, Iberia is not the
most reliable place to CS, at least not in spring with two people--
although the few surfing exeriences we did have were awesome...

Since we got I to Barcelona eay we decided to go on a bit of a Gaudi
quest starting with the eternally incomplete crown to his collection:
El Tempolo de la Sagrada Familia. Zack, you need to come to Barca some
day. Gaudi makes buildings real prices of art. Stepping into Sagrada
Familia was like stepping into some kind of insect cucoon slash
gumdrop forrest. I know that doesn't make any sense unless you have
seen it, but it is awesome. To bad that it isn't finished. The guy
died like a century ago and his masterpiece is still under major
construction. It's actually kind of funny because you cannot find a
post card of the church that's missing a crane or two soiling the
image (unless it's a drawing or cartoon). It is ALWAYS undergoing

After seeing the churct we made our was around the city oogling Gaudis
other buildings and walkways and sculptures and generally enjoying the
experiences that Barcellona had to offer.

We were going tk go to a "ice bar" that night (I guess it's made out
of ice...?) but were too tired (a repeating theme towards the end of
this trip) and instead opted to grab some simple sangrias with a few
new friends from the hostle (from canada). That was nice, we shared
storied and swapped experiences.

The next morning we went to parque guell with our Canadian friends
(designed by Gaudi) and then Emily and j went to a few museums: fine
art, catalonian history, progression or Picasso from his more serious
student days to his satirical mastry days.

We met us with three québécois siblings who had contacted me on couch
surfing and were looking for other travelers currently in Barcellona
to chill with. They told us about a free pub crawl with free drinks
that they had heard about, se we all went to that. We had some good
conversation with them in a few bars, and then moved onto dancing at a
club on the beach called Shoko. All in all it was a fun night and I
thank CS for making meeting these folks possible.

In the morning I took Emily to the Airport for her 8:00 flight to EWR
through FRA. I went back to sleep for a bit after that. Then I checked
out, left my bag at reception, and I met up with a old friend who is a
barcellona local. We met 4 years ago in Rome when we I stayed at the
same hostle that she stayed at (this was when I was on my way to
Krakov for my Polish exchange program). She took me out for some
schkolat (which is like an unsweetened, thin, hot chocolate pudding
with a heap of umsweetened whipped cream on top. I also has some
churros. We talked and caught up, and talked about Spanish vs American
systems of government. We compared the Catalon situation to that of
Quebec. Then, of course, we talked at length about "lost". Lost, the
glue that binds all cultures together.

We said our goodbyes and I headed to the beach for a well-earned day
of sleeping in the sun.

At 8pm I checked in for my ferry transmediterraniana and we embarked
around 11pm. My ticket is that of "deck passanger" which is equivilant
to that of modern-day steerage. Literally, there is a room on the
lowest accomodation floor filled with chairs and a few lowly paupers
like me. I never would have slept through the night were it now for a
few chairs that had had their arms broken off in the past, as I was
able to lie accross them and get some decent sleep -- which was a good
thing beacuse I think I had a fever from overexposure to the sun on
the beach and the mystery stuff they gave me out of the first aid kit
seemed like a weak orange flavored placebo. No worries, I slept fi e
and have now been exploring the ship which has a casino, an arcade,
pool, fitness center, gym, and about a dozen restaurants. I a am not
in the upper class Internet room stealing power to charge my iPod-
though I doubt if I'll be able to send this email before we make port
later tonight. In fact, I think I need to skedaddle before someone
asks to see my ticket.

We arrive in Chivittacecchia at 7pm tonight. Then I need tk catch an
hour long train to Roma centrale and take a metro to the ACLE flat in
Rome where I will spend the night before heading up to Parma (in the
north :{ ) for my first week of work. I begin teaching on Monday, wish
me luck.

Feewf, long update...


(ps. This email is too long and I am too lazy to spell check, forgive me)

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Jacob Nacheman
Martin Luther King Elementary School: ESOL
University of Rochester: (BS)2009 (MS)2010

im not dead

to all my fant, i only have like 25 seconds to write this, but i just wanted to assure all my worried fans out there that i am not dead, in fact i am very much alove. i have just not had wifi...but i guess that that is pretty close to death...
anyway, i have like 3 posts waiting im ny outbox on my ipod but without ipod they are pretty sad...also, they might not get sent to the blog in crono-order so we'll have to deal with that.

but seriously, i tots have to go...

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Post cards

Hey folks-
If you want to recieve an adorable post card from my Italian campers,
send me your mailing address. I'm going to make this part of a
teaching activity.

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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Overnight train...

Uuuch... My god. Some people can be so inconsiderate. Emily and I are
on an overnight train to Barcelona from grenada and we had moved up a
few rows from our seats to the facing seats in the front of the car so
that we could stretch out and get some sleep (the car is near empty
but for us and some Italian girls)-- when all of a sudden in-comes
what seems like a village of the loudest people on earth... And of
course we are on their seats. Of course they are all in the same
family so they are all fighting about whatever so before we can be
asked, Emily and I quit pretending to be sleeping (awoken from real
sleep by their unending loudness) and move back to our seats. There
our sleep was further interrupted by this choir of steotypes. And it's
not just us that they are disturbing-- the italian girls had all been
woken up by this as well. Finally after many disgruntled looks
exchanged by us all (the sane bunch) one if the Italians got up and
yelled at them to quite down... Woo hoo small histories! Viva itaiia!
We'd better crush them in the world cup (we=Italy, them=Spain).

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