So, from the 9th to the 7+9th of July I was in Italy with my guest family. I was pretty bummed at first because Christa went back to Canada on the 10th, but I'm a big boy and I managed to schaff it. Italy was pretty cool. Nice, Australianish weather, REALLY busy, cultured to a point where it wasn't. They even had XXXX! I found an Aussie pub in Berlin the first time I was there, but hadn't had a chance to go there until later, which is irrelevant, but I had 4X there and people said I got my accent back. But anyway. Some scary thug guys made me take their picture and, as an afterthought, I guess they were only trying to give me their address so I could send the photo to them but I thought they were trying to mug me so I walked away when he had his back turned. The food was okay. I think you can get better Italian food in other countries. Or perhaps that's how it is with all countries: Chinese always tastes better out of China.         Weiter.