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The Wine Theif

Not a whole lot went on today... mostly traveling. In the morning we found a bakery and we blew all of our Francs on breakfast and lunch. We did this so we didnt have to exchange any money. After the long walk back to the train station, we got on our train and went through numerous connecitons at various cities to get to Milan. Once we got to the city of fashion, there was nothing fashionable about the experience we encountered next. First our train was late coming in and our connection to another train was minutes away. But it was difficult to maneuver from the hundreds of people in this cluster-fuck (sorry it fit well) of a train station. Once we barely got on (and Matts knee was hurting again from the 30 pound pack running) the train ride was even worse. This train was wayyyy overbooked (which can happen) and it was impossible to maneuver. I even got to the point where I got stuck in between with some dude who wouldnt budge. We mostly sat in between seating compartments where it wasnt so much of a zoo. It wasnt too bad though and was comfortable. At least it wasnt muggy and stinky like the compartments. The Italian trains arent the best in Europe. Matt was telling me some horror stories that he heard about the trains. Oh well, once we arrived in Venice, we were approached by a guy trying to get us into his hotel. We said we were looking for a hostel and he gave us a price of 45 for his star hotel. It is nice to be back in a hotel, but toward the end of the night we considered changing back to the youth hostel because there are so much more people to meet there.

Matt had to patch up his pants with my sewing kit and my torn up hostel sheet, so I just relaxed. Once he was done, we just (you can guess it) wandered the city.

Now Venice is just like you imagine and even more canals than you might think. I kept on telling him it is a romantic city, but it didnt feel like it. I mostly made fun of him about it.

The atmosphere at night is very calm and dead. There isnt much going on here and even the alleys we wouldnt walk around alone because they look creepy. We had dinner and walked to the southern end of town. I picked up a bottle of italian wine and drank a little.

After a while we encounted a street brawl We kept our distance, for we didnt know just how crazy it would get. Once it was over, we saw the guy in the fight ahead of us as we walked. Around a corner, this fucking piece of shit of a person (sorry Susan) had the audacity to speak some gibberish to me. The loser was totally trashed and looked so evil. I ignored him. When he persisted I turned away and finally turned around to confront him. I was really nervous and a little scared, for I didnt know what he wanted. Once I turned around, I put two and two together and assumed he wanted just my alcohol in my hand. I just didnt want him to hit me or anything cause then the crazy Renne eyes will bust out and bad stuff could happen. The guy had just gotten into a fight and I know how people act when their fighting adrenaline is pumping... they do just about anything to get what they want. Anyway I gave him the 10 Euro wine and got away without conflict. Not a whole lot went on today... mostly traveling. In the morning we found a bakery and we blew all of our Francs on breakfast and lunch. We did this so we didnt have to exchange any money. After the long walk back to the train station, we got on our train and went through numerous connecitons at various cities to get to Milan. Once we got to the city of fashion, there was nothing fashionable about the experience we encountered next. First our train was late coming in and our connection to another train was minutes away. But it was difficult to maneuver from the hundreds of people in this cluster-fuck (sorry it fit well) of a train station. Once we barely got on (and Matts knee was hurting again from the 30 pound pack running) the train ride was even worse. This train was wayyyy overbooked (which can happen) and it was impossible to maneuver. I even got to the point where I got stuck in between with some dude who wouldnt budge. We mostly sat in between seating compartments where it wasnt so much of a zoo. It wasnt too bad though and was comfortable. At least it wasnt muggy and stinky like the compartments. The Italian trains arent the best in Europe. Matt was telling me some horror stories that he heard about the trains. Oh well, once we arrived in Venice, we were approached by a guy trying to get us into his hotel. We said we were looking for a hostel and he gave us a price of 45 for his star hotel. It is nice to be back in a hotel, but toward the end of the night we considered changing back to the youth hostel because there are so much more people to meet there.

Matt had to patch up his pants with my sewing kit and my torn up hostel sheet, so I just relaxed. Once he was done, we just (you can guess it) wandered the city.

Now Venice is just like you imagine and even more canals than you might think. I kept on telling him it is a romantic city, but it didnt feel like it. I mostly made fun of him about it.

The atmosphere at night is very calm and dead. There isnt much going on here and even the alleys we wouldnt walk around alone because they look creepy. We had dinner and walked to the southern end of town. I picked up a bottle of italian wine and drank a little.

After a while we encounted a street brawl We kept our distance, for we didnt know just how crazy it would get. Once it was over, we saw the guy in the fight ahead of us as we walked. Around a corner, this fucking piece of shit of a person (sorry Susan) had the audacity to speak some gibberish to me. The loser was totally trashed and looked so evil. I ignored him. When he persisted I turned away and finally turned around to confront him. I was really nervous and a little scared, for I didnt know what he wanted.

I never thought I would encounter a wine theif, but I am glad to come out unskathed. Matt and I would of taken out both our swiss army 3 inch blades (he bought one too) should our lives of been endangered. He would of had my back should shit hit the fan. But this is all about the full Euopean experience, you get the good the bag and the ugly. Speaking of shit hitting the fan and the ugly parts of Europe.... he stepped in a big pile of dog do-do on the way home. He had the bad idea of cleaning it in the shower... it smelled. I also commented on how the shower floor had poop sparkles on it and he cracked up. It looks like I am not taking a shower in the morning. Good luck to those who have our shower.

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