full of love and pizza

5 countries later, 20 new friends, and a lifetime of memories I am now in Rome. Budapest captured me in for 8 days and I was induced with good company, a river of alcohol and a city of history to stay much longer than I had anticipated. I arrived to Budapest as one and left as three with my two friends 'oi oi oi' and 'Dutchy'. We spent the next week traveling down the coast of Croatia and dealing a hand of 13 along the way. A card game that I was once foreign to, I soon started dreaming about having a 4 of a kind and a 9 card straight to win the game. We played it everywhere, the bus, the street, the restaurant, and on the stoned ground in the middle of a monastery garden in Dubrovnik. The time came when we had to part ways and continue our solo journeys that we each had been destined for.

I was one again and in Florence. After only hours upon my arrival, my belly was filled with pizza and gelato. From that point on I would never again know what hungry pains feel like because for the entire time I have been in Italy, I have been indulging on the Italian cuisines. Each night, my new friend and inspiring chef have been eating and drinking to our hearts content. (as I'm writing this now, she is reading off a review to the place we are going to go to tonight..."all you can eat and drink for 30 Euros and it has an honorable 4star review from food critics"...I'll be wearing something that stretches tonight)

To save time because I need to get ready for my feast tonight I will copy the email that I wrote to my friend on how my day was today...

"Today I fell in love. His name is Giulio Aristide Sartorio, born in 1860. He is virtual unknown and even the most educated art historians may be foreign to his work. As I walked through the Galleria Nazionale di Arte Moderna I was admiring the works of Van Gogh, and Monet- which of course were brilliant. However, nothing compared to the emotion that I felt when I saw these two massive extraordinary paintings, "Diana of Ephesus and the Slaves" and "Gorgon and the Heroes". I immediately took down his name in my itouch and googled him. The internet gives little attention to him and I am still left to wonder the symbolism behind these pieces. If I had to describe them I would say- " Erotic angels flirt with the drug of death"- I should copyright that. Anyways, I loved them and even went back for one last lustful glance before I left the museum."