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
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