A n' D in Italy: We're Not In Kansas Anymore...

CIAO!

Hello all from a very hot Italy.

Before I go nuts and spill 3 days of memories and events into one paragraph, i'll try an organise things chronologicly.

The flight... was interesting to say the least. From Melbourne to Dubai, we had the pleasure of sitting next to Brett. A drunk, scared of flying Kiwi, who went apeshit when the plane was building up speed to take off, and didnt calm down till he fell asleep/passed out.

Dubai airport is f***ing huge! Heaps of shops and the most ludacris cafè's and hot arabs (according to Delia). When passing through the metal detectors at Dubai customs, Delia had the pleasant experience of almost being strip searched until they realised there were some metal buttons on her dress that we're triggering the alarm.

From Dubai to Rome, we also had the pleasure of two old italian ladies, who refused to sit in there allocated seats... choosing instead that they wanted to sit in ours so they could be togther. What can I say... f***ing wogs.

Allora, Italy. What more can I say. Its laid back, stinking hot, and the people... mama mia! Are they all freaking beatiful over here or what!?

We arrived in Sarno late in the afternoon after Zio and Erika picked us up from the airport. Our first meal, was typicaly Italian. We were told we'd be having chicken... but of course it was precursored with pasta. We ate sitting in the shadows of the sun setting over Mt. Vesuvius

Delia has spent the last couple days helping Erika get stuff ready for the wedding, and Zio has been taking me around on walks and on his postal route and spending days in the piazza watching old men fight over briscola and tressete.