Mambo Italiano

Day 1: San Remo. So I look Italian. At least that is my interpretation of walking around Italy. I never got hassled, cat called or approached by people wanting to rip off touristS (well not yet anyway) until I started walking around with blondes or people who look less like they belong. Exploring by myself, I blended in. Kiah if you are reading this I thought of you and how I should go exploring alone. Best decision ever. Before I met my roommates for this week, I ventured out and got a fresh taste of Italy....now they barely let me out of their sights. They got "worried about me" and I think it's because when they go out, they are noticed, they stand out while I, the brunette with the olive skin blend in with the crowd. My first meal in Italy was...anyone want to guess? It was Indian food. I arrived on a Sunday and the only thing open was the Indian place or the Chinese food place. Sunday...things are closed! Oh those crazy Italians. Day 2: My first day of training. Walking back from training it dawns on me that San Remo reminds me of a less university filled version of Isla Vista, the little university town next to UCSB. I don't know how else to describe it. I totally feel safe walking around up and down the streets, (ok maybe that part is not like IV) and getting lost, going down alleys and checking out all the shops. You get the vibe that it is a very tourist town since half the stores are Disney themed merchandise but it's stuff I've never seen in the United States. It's rather odd. The Smurfs seem to be making a come back. Who would have known? I have met Irish, Americans, British, Kiwis, Scots and Canadians. I share a room with 3 other girls that range from 20 to 22. Nice, but being older than them sometimes I like the separation of working and living with them. I try to be ice to them but sometimes I use the short tone because I don't want to be best friends all day. I sleep in the top bunk of a bunk bed. My center of gravity and balance are tested morning and night. I haven't taken a nap cause I don't want to climb up and down. I have a camp Bestie. He name is Kevin. He's Irish and more Chandler to my Liz Lemon but we make it work. Although, I call him Jack being Lemon. However, he made a point that I make too many media references to TV especially. So in true TV fashion I used Neil Patrick Harris's phrase in How I Met Your Mother "challenge accepted" (which only one person got) and tried. It didn't not work well and 2 days later failed miserably and had to admit defeat as I caved and used a Seinfeld reference today.

I have more but haven't had time or energy to write more so check back later.