The Country of Closed

The thing about Italy is that it's a really good country in many ways. Great food, nice people and amazng coffee. The other thing about Italy is that it is a crap country in many more ways. Tonight Johan, Tobias and I had to walk around the town for close to an hour to find a pizza place that was open. Around fucking eight in the evening we had trouble finding pizza! That's just insane.

During the day practically everything closes for a few hours. This is insanity, why the hell do shops close in the middle of the day? There are a shitload of people out browsing but no stores to browse. Oh well. At least I found the holy grale (pun) of beer today; beer from Birra del Borgo and Baladin! And also I found a bottle of Duff Beer. Kinda cool.

Right now I'm at this shitty Internet point and the keyboard is so gross I don't want to use it much longer. Also, Mia hasn't posted a single post on the blog since we got here. I'll do my best to kick her into shape because she's been doing too much slacking off with this bloggy-business. In the meantime, please read my rant about Pepsi.

When I was a young boy my father took me into the city, to join the black parade. When I was a young boy I used to think Coke was the shizzle-ma-fizzle and Pepsi was just a crappy nothing. However, as the years have passed and I've grown ever more mature in taste and style, I've realised that Pepsi is just fucking brilliant. Better sweetness, less annoying fizz and a nicer taste than coke. After having two glasses of Pepsi with my pizza for dinner today I realised how fond I've grown of that drink. It has been a while since I had Pepsi so this revelation really made my day.

Last night there was a very strange street party on our street. I didn't really understand what it was about, but all I know is that I fell asleep to the sound of a catholic church choir singing gospel hits. Wierd, wild stuff.

Today, we celebrate the great made-up Swedish tradition nuckeafton to commemorate the un-holy meeting of the Swedish King Oscar II and the Queen of Norway some hundred and fifty years ago. There will be schnapps and an unregulated exchange of gifts and goods. However, the Aussie guy a.k.a. Dave has gone missing. This is a big fucking shame, because we we're planning on dedicating the whole party to him, i.e. making him drink all the schnapps. Instead, I guess we'll just hang at Bar Marika which is the café in our buildning. Let's hope the joint smoking motorcycle dude that J and T made friends with yesterday is there to keep us company.

No pics today, sorry. And no real action either. (No refunds.)

N.B.
I tried purchasing Tubular Bells, the album by Mike Oldfield, on iTunes using my iPhone today. At the time I was connected to the sweet, beautiful open wifi we've found. About halfway through the 100 Mb download, the connection died. And it never came back up. I guess i broke the Internets. Damn.

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Kindly submitted by Saint Bridget of Sweden

When I was a child, I didn't even know that there was something called Coke, or Pepsi Cola. There was this strange thing called Cuba-Cola, but I never really liked it. But it tasted very much like the Igloo cola ice... That was of course some 700 years ago.

2009-07-03 @ 22:57:02

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