American Boys

Mallory's two friends from home came to visit.  It was so nice. It has been a long time since I have hung out with American boys. They get our "that's what she said" jokes and they understand my sarcasm and they know what country music is.  "My dad always used to tell me that there are only two kinds of music in the world. Country and western." God I miss America.  Besides a few minor mishaps (getting attacked by pigeons, having the world's most expensive dinner ever, fake mimosas), we all had a pretty good time, even though I didn't really like one of the boys. You mad? They spent most of their time in Bologna napping, drinking spritz, eating gelato and playing American drinking games. Just like a normal college weekend at home.  Eat, sleep and party. Oh and we even got to see a house on fire. Matt was also generous enough to leave me a thank you gift for being such a great host. I discovered it when I found his hat in my washing machine the morning that they left for Rome.  Who put it in there? (I had to give you guys one).  And in honor of them, and not because I am too lazy to write this in Italian, this post will be only in English.  Sorry bout it.

Ross and Matt's first gelato in Italy

Baci xx