Sorrento was very touristy but cute. I walked back and forth through narrow streets filled with merchants selling lemon-themed souvenirs. I was tempted to buy a bottle of limoncello but I resisted. I had a big lunch of breaded cutlet and roasted veggies while people watching in one of the town squares. I eavesdropped on other diners' conversations. Married couples of different ages, snapping photos of each other and their beverages. At the table next to me there was a grandmother, mother, and daughter from the States. The mom was telling her daughter how tough it was to pursue a career and be a parent years ago. It was a little odd, her "I sacrificed a lot for you" tone, in this conversation with her daughter who to my surprise seemed to be maybe 14 or 15 years old. Still, I thought it was nice to see three generations of women enjoying an afternoon in Sorrento. This restaurant served a shot of limoncello as a digestif. I'll have to try making some for a Manash BBQ someday.
After some Bacio, Amaretto, and Coconut gelato, I jumped on a train back to Portici. I started to nod off but two Italian ladies chatted non-stop, much like the train ride that skipped my stop. I ended up at Naples Central instead. So the only thing left to do was hit up Da Michele's for a pizza to go! I got so many people staring at my pizza box on the way back. I couldn't figure out if people were hungry or if it was unusual to carry pizza on a train.
Tomorrow morning, it's back to Rome to meet Anthonette and seek out some clues to the whereabouts of my underwear and sunblock.
"...the American dream, that dream of a land in which life should be better and richer and fuller for every man, with opportunity for each according to his ability or achievement" -James Truslow Adams, The Epic of America (1931)
Heh, some dude in the hostel bought a bootleg of Transformers. (Actually "ansformers" as the camera man was too close in the theater) We got excited until we discovered it was dubbed in Italian. womp womp womp wah
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"...the American dream, that dream of a land in which life should be better and richer and fuller for every man, with opportunity for each according to his ability or achievement" -James Truslow Adams, The Epic of America (1931)
"In a higher phase of communist society, after the enslaving subordination of the individual to the division of labor, and therewith also the antithesis between mental and physical labor, has vanished; after labor has become not only a means of life but life's prime want; after the productive forces have also increased with the all-around development of the individual, and all the springs of co-operative wealth flow more abundantly -- only then can the narrow horizon of bourgeois right be crossed in its entirety and society inscribe on its banners: From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs!" -Karl Marx, Critique of the Gotha Program (1875)
Your orotund babble is making us nauseated, Tony.
I wish you were more judicious when deciding what to do with the rest of your life. Indeed, you are a confirmed sybarite.
UCI,
Your rotund figure nauseates us all. And your incomprehensible babble is fitting for a seventh grade plagiarist.
You impress no one.
Faisal Amin
P.S.
Sorry Tony.
Faisal Amin, I hope you were able to make it out to your high school reunion class and tell them of the many accomplishments you have achieved since then: NONE!
UCI, you have no idea what you're talking about. Stop with the accusations. If your weak stomach can't take my writing, LEAVE.
Oh, and you're ugly.
UCI, you can't compare to Faisal he actually has a life and a girl.
What do you have? A urinary cock infection.
Sorry Tony
UCI,
Let us set aside your inability to master simple grammar -- if I went to my high school reunion, I wouldn't be able to tell my former classmates of any accomplishments achieved since the high school reunion; I would still be at the same function -- and assume what you meant was that I have accomplished nothing between graduating high school and the reunion.
In that case, you are absolutely right. I really have not accomplished anything, and I feel badly that I took out my frustrations on your sincere attempt to use big words. And impart useful, if repetitious advice, upon our mutual friend. I relent. You really got my number on that one.
I now see that your wisdom, which I sometimes mistake for flatulence, bears great importance. Forgive my myopia for ignoring it; I will now take it to heart. Someone show me where I can sign up for the MCAT or LSAT right away.
Faisal
(Sorry Tony)
For Faisal:
MCAT http://www.aamc.org/students/mcat/start.htm
UCI: you should finish med school before you give out advice. Practicing medicine w/o a license is illegal. I learned you were trying to be a nurse practitioner