raining rain and boys

cool, what's the address for the blog? I forgot...... How's he doing? Still
in love? I'm bord, it's Sunday, and raining, and I don't feel like studying-
last night I had three date possibilities, wtih 3 different guys, all from
different countries, all spoke different languages ( the boy from England
has such a thick accent that's impossible to understand, so he counts
too)ha. Only in Italy.
love,
megan

other future notes
i've been doing
a lot better, since my trip to swizerland. it was great to get out of the
country. plus, i've made some new friends, and Roberto and i are talking
again. i guess that's normal for europeans. who knows, their wierd. eddy and
i are talking again too, which makes me happy and suspicious.
yeah, having a blast. a little sick though, it got really cold all of a
sudden.
i love my new italian teacher. she's awesome, really approchable.
this weekend, i'm going on a school trip to tuscany.

Should I worry about collecting bond money!

so, i bet after my last email, you all thought i was going to coat my room with spaghetti and declare it a free state. But no, instead i jumped into a car with 4 strange boys, and headed to Interlaken, Switzerland. Totally fed up with things, i thought that the best idea would be to leave town for the weekend. We left at 4am. It was strange at first because my friend Sara, who had invited me to come along, drank too much the night before to roll herself into the car, and since the hostel was in my name, i was stuck.Of course, by the time the car reached Interlaken, every guy in the car had adopted me as their little sister, and we had a blast. We'd bonded on a lot throughout the trip, dodging the Swiss Border patrol and all.That's right. We kinda stuck out, representing 3 ethnicities which is not really typical when going from Italy to Switzerland, and were quickly stopped and asked to present our passports. One of us thought that a photocopy was a legal document, and we were turned around. We spent the next 3 hours in the bordering town of Como, scheming plans of sneaking our friend across the border. Should he run through the woods like a banshee? Stuff him in the trunk? We decided to change all of our clothing, the driver and I would pretend to be a married couple, and hope the guards had switched over. We thought we were so smart, and had surely beat the system.No such luck. We were pulled over immediately, our passports confiscated, and our friend was nabbed from the car and literally dragged to some hidden office while we waited for 20 min not really knowing what was going on. Apparently, he was interrogated, and a file was drawn up.So, we turned around, sadly dropped him off at the train station so he could at least go to Milan, and headed for the border, a third time.Yes, they let us through.We drove through the Swiss Alps. Words cannot describe. Go look in a National Geographic or something.The cool part about where we stayed was that the best club in town was in the basement. The now four of us cooked dinner in the hostel's kitchen of death, drank some pre-planned beverages, and made our way down stairs.It was kinda hard finding locals to dance with because there were so many freaking americans crawling all over the place. I had the most fun with two of my friends who I went with, who were Porto Rican, cause they taught me how to do the Salsa.The cool thing to do, apparently, is spend 350 euro of mummy and daddy's money, which was probably suppose to go towards accumulated gallons of cappuccinos, on the sport of sky diving. Unlike everybody and their mother, i decided to strike from the pack and go ice climbing for a much more ball grinding experience.The next morning, I met up with two suspiciously nice girls who were studying in Florence, and a guide, and drove up many windy roads to a glacier. As you can imagine, I wasn't feeling so hot from the night before, and this road had many turns that made me feel worse. I don't want to discuss that any further, you get the picture.So once we got there, we strapped metal spikes to our feet, and hiked up the mountain non stop for two hours, till we got to where there were huge gaps in the glacier, creating the walls we would then propel ourselves into, and then climb out using our spiky feet and a pick in each hand. totally tough.One of the girls kept mumbling to herself, and I couldn't figure out what was going on, till the other one started writing "Jesus Loves Me" in the snow. Turns out she was asking god to forgive our guide who was a total perv and talked dirtier in English than you or I ever could. So weird.I didn't see any Encino men, or other lost prehistoric monsters as I slowly picked my way up the ice wall.The next day we all went to some town that had lots of waterfalls. Pretty sweet.Thankfully, the ride back home was uneventful.In Perugia, this past week, was the famous chocolate festival. The city was crawling. I got sick one day from insisting on trying every type of white chocolate i could find. It seemed like a good idea at the time.This past weekend I went on a class trip to Tuscany, which i thought was going to suck. I went horseback riding in a forest where the Last Unicorn lives, and drank wine next to a lake with fish that jumped several feet out of the water. We all stayed at a farm house- when I tried to open the window in our room a swarm of beetles the size of pennies attacked me. I met a goat with a crazy under bite that tried to butt me. So basically, Tuscany rocks.So, sorry if I freaked out anybody with my last message, I'm allowed to miss people. And don't tell me, or let me get away with saying I have no friends here. That's a lie. I just wanted to clear that up. I was just feeling a bit lonely because nobody here knows a damn about basement shows, Carlo Rossi (which I'm afraid I won't ever be able to drink again), vegan roommates, the landfill, mix tapes with home recorded songs, burritos from the mission, ferret love in the morning, and how my fingers always bleed when I play guitar. If only they knew!!!!!!! Ha.write back jerks. you know you want to.tuttie amore con multi cornetti al ciocholate e cappocini,megan

Fragments From Italy.

i don't think i really get back till the 20th, is five days
worth it?? should i just come for after xmas? i hadn't thought about the
dates before, but now it seems like that would be smarter. i'd like to see
you for more than 5 days, ya know....

so i'll just get them from him.
angela is coming to visit
my friend "crash renalds" or something is sending you snap fish pics

http://www.snapfish.com/share/p=32351096967837093/l=34428071/otsc=SYE/otsi=SALB

did you look at the photos? what did you think?
i love you
angela is coming to visit.
i wanted to ask you a school question:
i'm not getting any credit for my italian lang class, but i like it. I
already compleated 4 credits worth, with an A-, and i'm continuing for 6
credits for the rest of the semester. it's a lot of work, but i figure that
since i'm here, might as well learn italian , right?
so, a class i actually needed didn't fit into my schedual and i had to drop
it. so, i have the time for this extra class (I'll just have to bust my ass
when i get back to mills).
what do you think? I'm worried that i'll end up with a worse grade in the
lang class, becasue the first 4 credits don't count for as much when you add
the extra class.
i think i need to talk to a prof.
going to an opera tonight, totally stoked.

don't want to stay extra semester, when i could have graduated early. lame.
i'm not to worried now. blah.
small request:
i know you're busy, but can you send me a piece of mail? it would really
mean a lot to me. like, a picture or something.
if you can't i understand, but worth asking
love,
meg
ps, i have all these links of pics my friends are sendiing me, and i don't
know how to forward them or save them.
what should i do?

10-14- old post is it a double?

i'm having fun n all, but i'm having a really hard time getting along with
the kids here in my program. i'm just not used to the college types, like
the boys who play sports and the girls who wear abercrombie and finch( i
can't even spell it right)
i'll admit, it would be totally awesome to flash myself back to the bay area
right now so i can pat my ferrets on their little heads, take bart to the
city and buy a burrito. here i eat pasta and pizza every day, and a steady
flow of caffien.
my house mates are just plain rude. i do the cleaning, and i bake cakes n
stuff for the house, and my roomate won't even make eye contact with me. i
know this is her problem, not mine, but it just bumms me out that i have
another 2 months or so of this bull.
so, in nov. angela is coming out to visit me, so i guess i should consider
myself the luckist girl in the world, but that doesn't stop me right now
from feeling torn between my italian friends, these american bitches, and
the fact that i can't find the punks.
ok, i know this is creepy, but a couple of nights ago i had this dream that
i flew back home for just a week, and it was for a funeral (no one in
specific). then i was soaring above the bay bridge, and skimming my toes in
the water( remember, this was a dream, i'm allowed to do that) i talked to
my ferrets and told them how much i missed them
it was wierd, especially because i could only stay a couple days or so, and
i was all confused like a lost puppy because i didn't know where my real
home was. i tried speaking italian and no one understood me.
is it normal to freak out half way into a trip? i always figured that
happened at the begining. i mean, i'm not really freaking out or nothing, i
just lost my drive to do stuff, i kinda want the party to stop for a min,
i'm tired of perugia, and all the stupid clubs, and all the stupid drama.
i guess i'm truly learning to stand on my own. in reality, i'm compleatly
alone, for the first time ever.
actually, now that i think about it, that's pretty awesome.
anyways, now you know my deep secret, that it's not all roses and kisses.
it's been colder than a witch's tit here, and i think i'm getting mal
nutrition from all the pasta, and between the wine and coffee, water is a
rarity.
i guess this is my way of saying i miss you
just so you know it's not just a steady valium drip of extacy, and i have
too much of a soul to be drunk every night to not get lonley like some of
the kids here,
much love,
megan

way down south

This week I started my Umbra school classes. It's been a while since I've
painted, and the books I've been reading for my Italian Lit class are mind
blowing. I'm also taking more Italian language, and a course on the history
and cultural importance of food in Italy. Totally hot.
So, last weekend, I went on an adventure down south. On Thursday I took a
train to Rome with four other girls in my program, where we stayed with an
American/Italian girl whose parents owned the student trip program that we
were taking. We stayed the night at her beach house, after an amazing
seafood meal at a local restaurant. To our surprise, after a pitcher of
wine, she started spitting out all sorts of opinions about people from
Southern Italy, and how she didn't think Gays deserve any rights. Needless
to say, we were all kinda shocked, and her being our host, weren't quite
sure how to react. More on this later....
So the next day, at 4 am, we went into Rome to meet up with other students
,and took a bus to a ferry, and the ferry out to the Island of Venotene.
Unlike Cinque Terre, this island is a lot harder to get to, so we were the
only tourists there. Away from the humm of the city, it was deafingly
silent. The Mediterranean Sea is absolutely blue, and the volcanic sand is
so soft. Yes, I got the hottest tan and a face full of freckles (yes dad, I
was wearing a hat and sun screen!!) The five of us stayed in a condo, and
for the first time ever, i cooked a four course meal for 7 people (I met
some girls from Philly who wanted to talk about Tank Girl). I was totally
proud.
The next day, we went scuba diving, and despite the language burrier, no one
died or busted their ear drums. However,  the next day, we went snorkeling
and saw just as many tiny multi colored striped fishys. Oh well, at least I
can say I've been scuba diving......
The beach was totally fun too, amidst caves carved into the rocks, there's
tons of huge rock island type things that you can swim out to and jump 20+
feet off and into the water.
Across from our island was another which was used as a prison for political
activists, kinda like Alcatraz, which was closed around the same time during
the 60s. That's where I found the mummified rabbit.
Another point of interest was the Roman Ruins which were the palace of
Julia, a Roman princess who was exiled from the city of Rome because she was
unfaithful to her husband. Hmmmm, what a punishment, being banished to your
own private island with a palace. Maybe she planed it out that way....
Oh yeah, the second night we had a birthday party for my friend Laura. Yes,
wine, yes, cake.
We were approached one time by a pack of biker kids, but they were just
being obnoxious. The roads are so narrow that only cars fit, if your walking
you have to hold your breath and hug the edge. I don't know, there's just
something about country roads that's just not that intimidating, especially
if you know how to say "fan cullo".
Getting home was an adventure, since we missed the last train to Perugia
that night, and had to take a train heading to Milano, get off, and take a
bus. By 2:30 am, I refused to wait for a taxi from the train station, and
decided to walk up the whole goddamn mountain. It was awesome.
So anyway, this week, aside from school, I crashed a yoga class, went to a
wine tasting (where I learned how to tell the alcohul content of wine by
swirling the glass around), and saw La Traviata at the famous Theater I told
you about before. It took the lady 30 min to die. I told my Italian friends
about it and they said that in their home town, they call it "La Crapiata."
ha.
I have pictures available , courtesy of my digital camera toting friends, if
anyone is interested I will send you a link or something. Oh yeah, and pics
from Florence.
well, I'm getting to the point were I miss some stuff from home, like
marshmellows, peanut butter, and oh yeah, punk mix tapes. If you have some
of these items hanging around, bothering you, send them my way. No worries
if this is impossible, I just thought I'd put it out there.
Much wine love, and garlic smelling kisses,
megan

This would be a nice place for links.

don't want to stay extra semester, when i could have graduated early. lame.
i'm not to worried now. blah.
small request:
i know you're busy, but can you send me a piece of mail? it would really
mean a lot to me. like, a picture or something.
if you can't i understand, but worth asking
love,
meg
ps, i have all these links of pics my friends are sendiing me, and i don't
know how to forward them or save them.
what should i do?