The Flamini Brothers, heartthrobs, I think one had a child- We met them one of the first nights. They led us to Santa Margarhita so we are forever grateful. They then led us to the mysterious night club we deemed "Narnia-" it was never to be found again. All in all, a great time.
The Brits
There were a gaggle of them. One group was a group of diverse students - French, Asian, and British. Then there were the British chaps. My favorite one was immaculately dressed in something to the affect of a 3 piece Ralph Lauren
suit. What a trip! I discussed some pretty heavy hitting topics with these guys. The ridiculous one in the suit told me that he was "old money" but his family was on the decline. The burden was on his shoulders to regain their status so he was joining the royal navy upon his return. What a prick! Other topics discussed were American politics, parliamentary government, Italian politics, and the importance of serving in the armed forces when pursuing a political career. These guys were probably my favorite because I could actually have an intellectually stimulating conversation with them.
Albania
Tony, Gomy, and Eddie-
They just wanted sex. Thanks, but no thanks. Eddie was a really sweet guy.
Padovians
Manuel, the break dancer, and Guilio, the unattractive translator and ACTV worker. We met these two on the way back from Lido. We were uncomfortably crammed into an area with them. Manuel was a real cutie but Guilio was the lingual link. A bunch of us obliged to go out with them one night. We met up and got pizza. We shared a few pitchers of birra and spritz. Pass me the beer - spritz is nauseating. I couldn't even begin to describe the taste. It's bitter and I think has some prosecco in it - a local favorite, but not for me. Kelly and I shared a prosciutto pizza. They all ordered pizza with french fries on top - ew. One slightly hilarious observation from the meal was that out of the 5 girls that were with us, we all housed our meal in 1/2 the time that they were eating. Gluttonous Americans! When it came to paying, Guilio insisted he take care of all of us; "I'm in the mafia." WTF - but he did have some sort of card that must have taken care of it. They all invited us to their parent's houses; "My mom with cook for you!" No thanks, but thanks for perpetuating the stereotype. We went out to the bars afterwards with them. Giulio sucked down 3 flaming absynths and got out of control - we ran. Manuel sent an apology note the next day on Facebook which was nice. Moral of the story - Italians blatantly state when they want to fuck.
America!
New Yorkers (upstate) - Extremely sweet and courteous, backpacking through Europe.
South Jersey - I ran from them. I can meet a Jersey kid any day of the week. They reminded me too much of home.
Vanderbilt Law Students - Studying in Venice. Definitely baby lawyers, pompous, outspoken and perpetually difficult to get the point across. I told one girl that her Free People dress was cute and she told me to go fuck myself and New York was the epitome of scum. Your welcome? I nearly decked her, but, I walked away.
Meeting such a diverse amount of people made the trip. Just visiting the sites was only half of the experience.
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