handsoap, t-p for tissues and Medussa!

i will not be trapped by cronology!

I GOT STUNG BY A JELLYFISH THIS WEEKEND!

that is instant badass points. we (the group and I) went to Sorento, Almalfi, Capri and Naples this weekend (google image search any of these places to see pictures before i postthem).
and since i am in an internet 'cafe' (minus anything civilized like coffee or.... uhh.... it just makes me shiver; it feels like the fifth wheel), i will keep this brief and expand upon this post tomorrow when i am on friendly turf.
on thursday, i did that ride that Roberto showed me, and felt an annoying tickle in the back of my throat.

on friday, we left for Sorento, and stopped at Pompeii for ... a three hour tour. it was actually a death march b-c it was about 95 degrees and super humid. everyone was miserable and i was thoroughly dehydrated.

on saturday, i felt like i got hit by a train. we went to Amalfi where we swam, got sunburned, and got burned by tourist traps.
on sunday, we went to Capri, where i swam in Marina Piccola (the adriatic again). Oh, that was after the two hour boat ride around the island and the jellyfish stings.
i'll stop here; we stopped the boat inorder to jump in the water, and Cristian and i jumped in. i was swimming then felt a little bite or something on my elbow. then another on my calf. i began swimming back to the boat and the capatin began saying 'Medussa' , which means jellyfish. then i kicked one with my left foot. as i got out i told him that i got stung and he gave me some ammonia to put on the sting sites. they felt like an electric, burrowing catus needles.

but even with that, we (Cristian, Charlie, Kai and I ) hiked up and over Capri to Marina Piccola, had lunch at a beautiful restaurant, and then went swimming. i climbed up on to a rock that the local kids were jumping off of and joined them in throwing myself 20 feet off of a lava-rock into crystal bluewaters.

monday, we left the hotel (packed with ugly british folk who cant close a door quietly to save their lives) and drove to Naples for a breif two hour stroll. everyone was tired and didnt want to linger too long. plus it was unbearably hot and humid aswell as being very dirty. its a giant city so i suppose the dirt and grime is tobe expected.

so then, five hours back home to ascoli and here i am. in a flourescently lit, creep-ola gallery run by an begali fellow that seems to speak neither italian or english. sorry for the bad spelling or grammar but i hadto get all this out, in order to keep all my adoring fans up to date.

i am going to go wash my hands in fire now b-c i dont know what happened here before me. or if anything in here is communicable.