September 16-17, 2011
I joined in on a bro’s weekend trip to a lake. I went with three new friends: Eric, Tim, and Mattia. The first day, we swam with swans. We lied on the beach for hours and got beautiful caramel skin. We jumped into natural hot springs and spent next couple hours sloshing around in wet clothes. We had love affairs with random bright snail statues. Our conversations went like this:
Eric: Why do Italians cut their trees in such a weird way?
Tim: Let’s go buy some beers.
Me: Can you take a picture for me?
Eric is a Chinese American guy from Texas. He has a loud laugh and is friendly and outgoing. He likes to eat boiled eggs when he’s hungry. We met because he randomly decided to join me for Monza Formula 1.
Tim came from Florida. He’s pretty much the epitome of an all-American guy, but still loves to travel, explore, and learn about other cultures. He likes fishing and snorkeling and other American things. I met him through Angela, my roommate, because they took Italian language class together.
Mattia is an Italian guy from the mountains. He is friendly enough to translate and explain Italian culture for us Americans. He likes to take funny pictures, drink a lot of beer, and play soccer. He is Eric’s roommate and also went to Monza with us.
We got in trouble for making so much noise in the hotel pool at midnight, and pretty much got kicked out. The next morning we were trying to take away the complementary breakfast food to eat later for lunch, and got in trouble again. The hotel threatened to call the police, but we called their bluff and got away scot-free.
We were so tired by the end of the trip that on the train ride back, we couldn’t stop yawning. We proved that yawning was definitely contagious. Afterwards, Mattia and Eric invited me over for dinner. They didn’t have cable TV, so for entertainment, we watched people watch soccer on TV. They didn’t have wifi, so we stole the neighbor’s and emailed the people watching soccer. (They sometimes read them live on TV.)