The train to Bologna was a bit sketchy feeling. Just as I was flashing my Verona gang sign, a man got on and gave us "I love Verona" post cards that had Romeo and Juliet on them, along with Spiderman and a guide to ASL. Then he came back to demand money or take them back. By then we had thrown them under the seats. We let him take them back.
The train to Roma was a beautiful Eurostar contraption, and the couple opposite us was totally in love in a childlike playful way. I was jealous. So I drew pictures of the Pope. Alli and I saw this poster the other day that had the Pope waving to a crowd of girls, with a cut out of a person missing. It said MANCHI SOLO TU, which I took to mean, "You're missing!" Since when did the Pope become a sexy rockstar to whom little chickies throw their undergarments?
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