Ischia

In Ischia. It’s an Island off the coast of Naples. It’s like Germany but with more Germans. These people need to grow up and start speaking English. It’s so annoying speaking so slowly and my throat is getting sore from shouting everything I say.

I have heard a disturbing rumor as of late that some American backpackers are traveling as “Canadians”. One Aussie even told me that a couple who were there the night before had claimed to be Canucks until they let it slip the night of their departure. These Benedict Arnold’s should be burned by at the steak (wha what) ?!? To compensate WSM has been referring to my nationality as A Number One. It hasn’t been the best for first impressions especially on my first night when a group from the Hostel went out to dinner and when asked where I was from I loudly proclaimed, “the number one country in the world! ” The best way to do this is to emphasize world while leaning forward and letting just enough of whatever you are eating/drinking come out of your mouth to really get your point across.

Well after five days of beach living and little to no Internet connect I am back in Naples which somehow managed to out shit Milan. Everyone drives the streets like a levee just broke and the locals packs of con men circle the train station picking out the dumb or naive and making their move. Like my man P.T. said, “There is a sucker born every minute” but hate to break it to the con men of the world cause WSM was born in less than a minute.