herculaneum

now called ercolano. if you are poor you can only look at the ruins, you can't hang out in them, which is fine by me i guess. hot damn

lots of buildings that you can no longer sleep in. lots of shit that is no longer shit. is this a good detailed account?

im in love with italy tho, and quite pleased that i will one day inherit an italian villa quite close by. the italian people are a mixture of absolute friendly openness and brute force honesty. luigi, the man we are staying with is 58 and so specific with the way he lives his life so sometimes we do things opposite to the way he wants and he gets his panties in a twist. but in a funny italian way that my nana does so it is ok.

we walked around the crazy streets of napoli. napoli is about five times more intense than time square. easily. no traffic lights and people driving crazily in and out of pedestrians, quite fast i might add. people talking, buying christmas items on the street. in and out in and out. all over the place. i feel like the best way to describe napolitians is filthy elegance. always

coming home in 5 days. gabby died last year today. and no matter how rainy italy is, we are still eating FABULOUS homecooked food with luigi, lounging on his grande terrace with the view of the mediterranean, and laughing. always.

no words to describe this happiness.
maybe just the song GOING TO CALIFORNIA. thats an accurate account of this feeling.

is anyone alive? is anyone still reading this? is anyone out there?

i was just kidding about the volcano

ps. we hitch hiked western europe