This entire ordeal was super last minute, if I didn't know better I would think Nonna was sending me and rach and sam to be executed for her weird amazonian tribe of youth. Is that how normal vacations work? She just kinda called last month like "wanna go to italy?" and I was like "sure" and that was that. Weird life.
But! Still! Visiting the motherland! Hopefully brushing up on some of my should-be-but-isn't native tongue!
I am a sad excuse for an italian, given my blonde hair and inability to speak the language.
I don't remember much of italy- I've only ever been when I was much younger.
Why did my mum just hug me? Maybe I am being executed in the spirit of a weird amazonian tribe of youth. We're not really big on hugging or feelings or emotions and whatnot in my family. Is this the last time I'll ever see Canada? Hopefully this is like some kind of Sherlock/Irene Adler case where my executioner saves me right before they chop my head off.
Okay, so, considering that I'm probably going to die on this trip, I should go give my dog a hug or summat (don't make fun of me for saying summat, it's all Hagrid's fault), but... I'll save the hugging for later. She's furry and kinda smells like ass.
That's all I guess?
Viva.
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