food yay

so on cool thing about restaurants in europe is they all have family meal. this is basically before service everyone sits down, eats, and relaxs. it is awesome because you get to eat all the local favorite foods. i've already touched on the fact that they eat all parts of the animal here. i love tripe and in america you can really only get it in authentic taquerias and vietnamese restaurants. however; this is some shanty knock off tripe. the stew we had of beans, celery, peppers, onions, vegetable broth and tomato, with tripe was amazing. they were thick long strips opposed to the small spongey stuff i'm used too. so once again europe is really beating us in this whole wheres the better food contest. catch up bitches.

one

p.s. on a scale of 1 to southern italian fried chicken gets a maryland

the opposite of cool

so i've had too wierd cultural experiences whilst i was abroad. the first was trying to explain the death penalty and why some states had it and some did not. and even though i'm from alabama that i don't support it but i can't get rid of it because of jesus or something. the second happened at a bad last night where some guy had a 'trap or die' shirt on. it was fun to explain why folks refer to the ghetto as the trap then i got to explain the crack epidemic and why ronald reagan is one of the biggest jackasses in history. i pretty sure a lot of it did not get conveyed. on the up side there is very little crack here so i need like five soldiers and we can take over the crack scene in italy and bring down the europe, onward reaganites.

one

there is magic everywhere

let me just say that the smallest things can set off big thoughts(see butterfly and monsoon). so yesterday was my day off and converged on the streets in search of nourishment. i stopped at a little trattoria and had the most awesome clam spaghetti with blistered tomatoes, basil, and caramelized onions. add one glass of red wine, beautiful weather and you have the remergence of my passion. i had been feeling down because i've been working crazy style and haven't had the time go out and expereince the land in the last week. but one good meal a little hash and i'm back in the game and remembering why i came over in the first place. anyway things are real and i'm keeping my zeal so you guys get up, get out, and get inspired.

one

whoa whoa whoa blossom

let me clear something up. those were instructions for how to be italian, i have no white pants and never will. secondly i could rap in white pants or no pants because i am the dopest mc on the planet. thirdly i just saw a gypsy with no legs and only one hand so if you think you have it bad shut up.

one

p.s. wal-mart went bankrupt in germany score one for the little guy

hi i'm still alive

so it has been a long time and should not have left you without some dope lines to read to. so here we go. things are going well in the old italia. i'm working my face off(really i've become one of the faceless millions). which is good because my dowry has become very handsome and i'm hoping to work my way into an arranged marriage society and really some up in the 08. my eating has been minimal, but i did have donkey tartar. these are your not ordinary work donkies, no no these are special eating donkies that lounge around all day in smoking jackets and smoke cigarettes and swizel brandy and talk about society and politics. then in the middle of the night the farmer comes and slits their throat like chuck norris in the night sells the meat and buys more star trek collectables(he is kind of a nerd). then the restaurant takes the meat chops it adds capers, shallots, oil, dijon mustard, egg yolk, salt and pepper and other seasonings and serves it with bread arugula and a poached quail egg. all of this equals delicious for the mathematicians in the house who entering all this into their calculators. anyways, other than that things are good and i'm pretty much italian now. my white jeans and leather shoes are in the process of being sent to me; and i have learned how to stare rudely at girls and be extraordinarially loud about nothing.

one