the most popular haircut in como...
is the como-over. bud dum ching. not mine, to be honest, but sooo the style of my father that it had to be broadcasted.
our work is done. the program has ended. and colleen and i now find ourselves for the first time together without anything to do. it is on the verge of amazing.
only the verge, i say, because our first day Done, this past saturday, we were both pretty useless and incoherent as we tried to process the idea that colleen has finally finished college after only 6 years. although, i admit, i have been often useless and incoherent throughout the last weeks of the trip, only capable of drawing and mumbling something bitter about richard meier's stupid church or bernini's impossible-to-draw ellipses. today, monday, was Internet Day, our day for digitally spending money that exists in neither of our bank accounts. a button for easy-click donations will be posted for the convenience of all readers shortly.
i dont mean to complain. we are in como, italy. i'm not sure if the news made it to the states, but italy also just won the world cup. that's a big deal for a lot of reasons, none the least of which was the resurrection of italy's struggling road flare/air horn industry.
como is situated on a sweet lake in the alps. by sweet i mean scenic on the outside and septic on the inside. colleen and i have spent quite a few hours sitting along the water's edge, but tomorrow we will hunt for the public water-side pool. dont get me wrong, this place is nestled at the "alp's mezzanine", and charming enough for george clooney to buy himself a summer cottage. and by cottage i mean mansion.
to abruptly wrap up, our ever-changing schedule appears like so-
tomorrow is swimming day, followed by boating up the river to bellagio the next. no clue what we'll do thursday, but we'll spend it as long as possible in como, then take the latest train to milan for our extremely early flight to malaga, spain friday morning. we will stay one night in malaga in order to search for the beach and a picasso museum (picasso and antonio banderas are both native malagalians) (for all gulliver's travelers buffs out there, you may remember the malagalians to be perpetually tan and tipsy, and plotting to stew gulliver/ted danson in a giant paella...)
from malaga to sevilla, sevilla to barcelona to bilbao to milan to philly. then work for 16 years straight to pay off all the bills. òle.
our work is done. the program has ended. and colleen and i now find ourselves for the first time together without anything to do. it is on the verge of amazing.
only the verge, i say, because our first day Done, this past saturday, we were both pretty useless and incoherent as we tried to process the idea that colleen has finally finished college after only 6 years. although, i admit, i have been often useless and incoherent throughout the last weeks of the trip, only capable of drawing and mumbling something bitter about richard meier's stupid church or bernini's impossible-to-draw ellipses. today, monday, was Internet Day, our day for digitally spending money that exists in neither of our bank accounts. a button for easy-click donations will be posted for the convenience of all readers shortly.
i dont mean to complain. we are in como, italy. i'm not sure if the news made it to the states, but italy also just won the world cup. that's a big deal for a lot of reasons, none the least of which was the resurrection of italy's struggling road flare/air horn industry.
como is situated on a sweet lake in the alps. by sweet i mean scenic on the outside and septic on the inside. colleen and i have spent quite a few hours sitting along the water's edge, but tomorrow we will hunt for the public water-side pool. dont get me wrong, this place is nestled at the "alp's mezzanine", and charming enough for george clooney to buy himself a summer cottage. and by cottage i mean mansion.
to abruptly wrap up, our ever-changing schedule appears like so-
tomorrow is swimming day, followed by boating up the river to bellagio the next. no clue what we'll do thursday, but we'll spend it as long as possible in como, then take the latest train to milan for our extremely early flight to malaga, spain friday morning. we will stay one night in malaga in order to search for the beach and a picasso museum (picasso and antonio banderas are both native malagalians) (for all gulliver's travelers buffs out there, you may remember the malagalians to be perpetually tan and tipsy, and plotting to stew gulliver/ted danson in a giant paella...)
from malaga to sevilla, sevilla to barcelona to bilbao to milan to philly. then work for 16 years straight to pay off all the bills. òle.
posted by JTH at 14:58
2 Comments:
My ex boyfriend was from Como...I spent waaay too much time there, because as you've probably discovered by now, alas, there is not much to do, and even less of a night life. A great pizza place called Gran Pizza, kind of hard to get to if you don't have a car (oh wait there's one near the walled old city), has excellent calzones and pizza though.
it's 'budda-boom, budda-bing', you numbskull ...
good schedule for the duration of your travels looks x-c-l-ant.
travel safe; keep us informed.
- fpr
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