the true nature of old italian men.

NEVER stand in crowds of italian men. absolutely unacceptable behavior by surrounding men. clariss and i were standing together watching the parades, surrounded by OLD italian guys. i swear to God, we both had hands on our asses the entire time. at first, we thought we were just imagining it and didnt say anything to one another. finally, about 45 min later, i expressed my belief that i was being felt up during the entire thing. of course, clarissa was experienceing the same thing. we kept trying to move farther and farther away, BUT THEY FOLLOWED US. they thought they were soooo sneaky. EW.

clarissa and i did see a funny old guy smoking a pipe though. i looked like a cartoon character and was extremely ornery.

the parade was pretty rad, everyone was dressed in renaissance period clothing, which we weren't expecting. i really liked the flag throwers. there were drums and all this jazz. we were standing at the very end of the parade route in front of the duomo, we saw what i believe to be the bishop of firenze. aaaanyway the entire speech after the parade ended was in italian, so we had no idea what was going on. i believe they were telling the story of the magi though. when we got back we both passed out for an hour then ate dinner and passed out again after reading some. we both skipped packing last night to move out to our families, so instead we just tossed everything in our suitcases this morning. i suppose we will just kill some more time here at linguaviva until we go back to the hostile to get our stuff... there is no such thing as too much facebooking.