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The beginning of this story actually takes place in Nice. I was sitting in the bar area with a bunch of people talking, and two of them were from Norway. We were joking around, and the subject of swearing came up and we thought it would be funny to teach them swears. So grade 5 of us. They wanted to know the worst thing you could say in English to someone… and I actually had a pretty hard time thinking of anything bad. I certainly wasn’t going to teach them any racial slurs because there would never be a circumstance where I would ever say one myself. Most social deviance is a-ok with me… but not racism. It actually really bothers me. So without crossing that one line, I actually couldn’t think of anything so bad that it would stop people in their tracks. Except for one. Most of my friends will instantly know if I abbreviate it with MC… some people say BC, but I say MC. Anyway. There are two boys from Norway going around spreading my joy. Boy, am I inappropriate.

Anyway. The reason that story came to mind is the way you pronounce Cinque. It’s not “sink” like in French. When I said it wrong, someone turned around and corrected me. I thought they were shouting out a profanity… but I was wrong.

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I only have one interesting story from La Cinque Terre. Using the word “interesting” is a stretch in itself. It involves one of my roommates from Victoria and my favorite discussion topics. Poo. Seriously. We are so immature.

Before I get started, I can’t believe I’m typing this out on the Internet. But it really is the only thing that happened to me other than walking around beautiful beaches, eating great food, and hiking exciting trails.

So here I go. The room was great, except the toilet was, ha ha, shitty. It clogged, and I didn’t throw a toothbrush in or anything like that. And I didn’t have a particularly large… you know… either. It just clogged. There was no plunger. So I had to use one of those toilet brushes instead. And let me tell you this. Never, ever, try to unclog a toilet with a toilet bowl brush. It doesn’t work, and it’s really, really disgusting to try to fix when you realize it didn’t work.

Anyone feel like suggesting cities to visit in Germany, Austria, and Switzerland?

Five little towns to be more precise.

Le Cinque Terre were unbeliviably beautiful. If I get get the wireless internet to work here, I’ll upload pictures so you can feel jealous because I got to go there and you didin’t. Actually, maybe I shouldn’t say that because you might send me somewhere shitty next time.

Now I’m not one to be mean *shifts eyes*… but I was on the train and a woman walked by and hit my head with her ass. Seriously. If there had been someone sitting on the other side of the isle, she would have hit his too. Now yes, it was my fault for spralwing over two seats… and it was probably karma pre-emptively biting me in the ass because it knew I was going to be writing all of this down. Sigh. I actually felt pretty bad for the girl. Especially when she realized the chairs were too small for her to sit in.

I’m in Florence right now. I hope the Internet doesn’t expire before I post this. I’ll try to get on later and fix the spelling mistakes and write something more thurough… and put a poll up about where to head after Greece.

[this video is stupid btw. I don’t know why I uploaded it.]

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