Milano

Well, I have something important to tell you all.  I received a proposal of marriage yesterday, in front of the Duomo in Milan.  

And....

I said "No."

It was one of the men trying to sell random bracelets to people for a ridiculous sum, and I had just told him off rather rudely for being so in my face, and as I walked away, he muttered, rather half-heartedly (seeing as how I had just given him a verbal strip down) "Need a husband?"  It was comical, after I checked to see if my passport was still in my purse (no, I didn't actually do this) and after I had consumed some of the best strawberry gelato that Milano had to offer to me.  But, seriously, I was not happy.  The true reason?  Well, the night before Rachel had the most brilliant idea.  Why not wear her designer Italian heels to the fashion capital of Italy?  

Bad idea. 

Never, EVER again.

Anyways, all in all, I enjoyed Milano (the shopping especially) but was actually overjoyed to return my tired self back to beautiful Lugano.  On the train I kept thinking to myself, "I can't wait to get home."  Not that I don't regard Portland as home anymore, I just prefer Lugano by now in most aspects (the only thing that I truly miss are family and friends).  

Another interesting thing from my day trip yesterday:

They did not ask for passports or my documentazione EVER while crossing the border.  They stopped the train for a bit and quickly walked through the aisles, but that was all.  Nada, zip, zero. I was kind of bummed because I wanted to ask for a stamp, but it seemed as if they were looking for a certain type of person to ask for documentation from.  I guess the combination of my cleavage, young face, and air of "give me a hassle and I'll shoot your face" truly discouraged them.  (I don't like long trips to anywhere, even if it is only an hour and 10 or 20 minutes.  Don't waste my time skeezy italian men!  

Well, sadly though, Milan is not the most impressive city.  It was nice, but not breathtaking.  Lugano does a better job of that I think.  I had heard though that Franklin kids don't like Milan as much.  Now I guess I can see why

Due to multiple requests, I am officially updating this blog I guess.  Except that there is not much to tell.  I have a lot of homework, which I do most of the time.  Other times, Cora, Jackson and I have chocolate/cheese/family guy parties some nights in Jackson's room or our room.  I've been running semi-regularly, and my ability to run uphill amazes me.  Terrie would be happy to know that my recovery time is actually really good, it's just the summer fat that I accumulated that is really weighing me down (pun haha).  I have met a lot of people from all around the world, though I have to say that the girls from UAE crack me up.  They hired carpenters and contractors to redo their school owned apartments.  

My english has gotten worse I think.  Depending on who I'm talking to.  I pick up their way of saying things (sometimes a little quasi accent escapes) or my sentence structures don't make sense.  

As I have said before, I love my life here.  I'm interested to see how things are in December (when I come home).  I pigged out with Cora, Andriana and Jackson on all the food that my mother sent me (most of it I left for skinny Jackson) and now, I think that I hate HATE processed sugar and corn syrups.  It just takes so fake and makes me feel ill.  I'm extremely happy that the Swiss have laws against such things.

Well, I guess that's all for now.

Ciao tutti!