15 April 2009

In which, Italy gets a bit more real

Last night, the homeless guy I see twice a day, introduced himself to me, kissed my hand, and offered me marijuana. How picturesque-- I don't think that I've ever walked home so quickly before in my life.

Edit: I saw the same guy again today as I was walking home from class. He recognized me and gave me a really friendly, "Ciao signorina!". Haha, omg, I have a new Italian friend, don't I?


Anny said...

Yucky! I'm glad you are home safe. Also, I hope you showered.

Winston said...

Damn, how come he didn't offer US some mary jane?

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