Palermo

I dont have too much time, since Stivo and I found the only internet cafe in town and it is hellaciously expensive. We do want eat dinner tonight afterall!

We arrived in town late Thursday night. I regretted recommending the book Twilight to Stivo, since the book is about 450 pages and she promply clocked me with it at the airport when a mosquito landed on my shoulder.

In most cities weve been in, or Ive ever been in really, theres been things like road regulations and laws for driving. Here, not so much. There are hardly any lines on the road. The good thing is apparently you can just walk out in front of cars and they will stop. Dont worry parents, we arent doing anything too risky, just following the lead of the locals :)

No one really speaks english here. Ive been able to get by with my terrible spanish and people get the idea. Stivo is a little better but we are basically on our own. It hasnt been to bad. Kind of fun finally being in a place where no one understands us... other places we could not understand them but we knew pretty much everyone knew what we were talking about on the bus or subway becaue they all knew english. I said "knew" a lot just then, sorry. In a hurry!

We took a bus to the beach today and it was soooo beautiful. You could see the bottom and the water was the perfect temperature. We were surrounded by stunning cliffs.

The particular part of the beach we selected was like Sicilain teenybopper central. There were so many sets of braces and lots of making out, I really felt like I had AARP stamped across my head. It was good people watching though!

Yesterday we toured the town. Found lots of churches and cobble stones. At night we were kind of wandering around and stumbled upon all these people our age, tons of them, covering block after block. Eating, drinking and smoking. It was really cool. Of course we couldnt understand anything anyone was saying. One guy came up to our table and started.. I think.. flirting? Like I said, not sure. His friends pulled him away, and I decided no matter where you are, the international language of being drunk off your ass will always be deciphered.

Anyway, off to Cinque Terre tomorrow!