I am sitting 15 minutes outside of Rome, in a fancy condo neighborhood with a park that goes through it. The Swiss boys went to get something to fix the water in the camper. The swiss girl and I are in the park. She got a firehoop, which she has never used before. I taught her a trick, which she is practicing.
We should be in Rome today. Alas, we are not. The Camper, besides water, is having another problem... it screeches. The mechanic said he cannot look at it until 3pm. It's cool... at least we are in a beautiful park. It would be nice if it were not my first day on the rag (yes, on the rag is the term I prefer. What would you prefer?) and it would be PERFECT if there were a place to plug this tiny laptop in. But other than that, things are good.
The Swiss picked me up yesterday at the beach. There is Larsen, whom I have mentioned previously as one of the craziest people I know. Then there is his best bud since kindergarden (which is a long time since they are 32). His name is Bjorn, and his girlfriend Rahel is along. And finally, there is a guy Brooks. Their camper is not as large as it looked in the picture on the website. It's not small, but it is not big. It is my dream car for myself, and perhaps an occasional friend or two. Maybe one day, if I play my cards right. (I am kind of good at poker).
We left the beach after a bit and drove to Larsen's relatives' place. He did not know exactly how he was related to these people, so he called his family to find out. It was his dad's cousin, his dad's aunt, and his 2nd cousin. If you asked him now how he is related to these people, he would still say I don't know, and shake his head with a grunt. Before going to their place, we had to jet to the grocery store, because everything in Italy closes at 8pm. This is in addition to a 3 or something hour siesta in the middle of the day. I thought I was lazy. Nope. Anyhow, I much prefer stores staying open later than 8pm, as I am slow and forgetful. I will just have to deal, won't I? The swiss people do all the shopping together, share everything, and split everything equally. Groceries and booze are cheaper than in the U.S. We arrived a while later and had dinner at his family's place. His dad's cousin is a woman, Iliana or something, and speaks Italian, Swiss-German (she is from switzerland orignally), English luckily, and who knows what else. Her son, Larsen's 2nd cousin, was hot, speaks everything, and is majoring in Political Affairs (which was mine- oh it jaded me so). And there was Iliana's mother, who speaks Italian and German I think.
After 4 amazing cheeses, we had dinner- zuchinni frittatta (omelet), ratatoulle, spaghetti, meatballs, and veal scallopini. Dish after dish coming out, how Italian cliché. For desert, a fruit salad with this great sauce (I inquired- lemon and sugar, then refrigerated for 5 hours... it ended up being a light strawberry-oriented syrup...loved it). She brought out 6 different icecreams on a tray. No one except the grandmother had any. The grandmother was adorable.
We should be in Rome today. Alas, we are not. The Camper, besides water, is having another problem... it screeches. The mechanic said he cannot look at it until 3pm. It's cool... at least we are in a beautiful park. It would be nice if it were not my first day on the rag (yes, on the rag is the term I prefer. What would you prefer?) and it would be PERFECT if there were a place to plug this tiny laptop in. But other than that, things are good.
The Swiss picked me up yesterday at the beach. There is Larsen, whom I have mentioned previously as one of the craziest people I know. Then there is his best bud since kindergarden (which is a long time since they are 32). His name is Bjorn, and his girlfriend Rahel is along. And finally, there is a guy Brooks. Their camper is not as large as it looked in the picture on the website. It's not small, but it is not big. It is my dream car for myself, and perhaps an occasional friend or two. Maybe one day, if I play my cards right. (I am kind of good at poker).
We left the beach after a bit and drove to Larsen's relatives' place. He did not know exactly how he was related to these people, so he called his family to find out. It was his dad's cousin, his dad's aunt, and his 2nd cousin. If you asked him now how he is related to these people, he would still say I don't know, and shake his head with a grunt. Before going to their place, we had to jet to the grocery store, because everything in Italy closes at 8pm. This is in addition to a 3 or something hour siesta in the middle of the day. I thought I was lazy. Nope. Anyhow, I much prefer stores staying open later than 8pm, as I am slow and forgetful. I will just have to deal, won't I? The swiss people do all the shopping together, share everything, and split everything equally. Groceries and booze are cheaper than in the U.S. We arrived a while later and had dinner at his family's place. His dad's cousin is a woman, Iliana or something, and speaks Italian, Swiss-German (she is from switzerland orignally), English luckily, and who knows what else. Her son, Larsen's 2nd cousin, was hot, speaks everything, and is majoring in Political Affairs (which was mine- oh it jaded me so). And there was Iliana's mother, who speaks Italian and German I think.
After 4 amazing cheeses, we had dinner- zuchinni frittatta (omelet), ratatoulle, spaghetti, meatballs, and veal scallopini. Dish after dish coming out, how Italian cliché. For desert, a fruit salad with this great sauce (I inquired- lemon and sugar, then refrigerated for 5 hours... it ended up being a light strawberry-oriented syrup...loved it). She brought out 6 different icecreams on a tray. No one except the grandmother had any. The grandmother was adorable.
After midnight, we returned to the camper exhausted. I forewarned everyone that I pee at least once in the middle of the night. I just can't help it. It is one of the crosses I must bare in this life. It could be be worse- I could just pee the bed.
And so today, no Rome. The people on the crazy swiss firebus are very laid-back and do not have a schedule or definite anything. Which is fine for now, because I do not either.
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