Last night I went to watch the Italy vs Germany UEFA final match. I went with Lorenzo, the Italian, his Italian friend from Istanbul, an Argentinian, and an American from the hostel. I don't follow European football, but I understand soccer and i understand Italian, so that was exciting. I tried speaking more Italian. I really think I'm getting better... forse...
Lorenzo wanted to go to the reggae club that I showed him the other day. Apparently, reggae is really popular in Europe. Who would have thought? I saw Hakan and Borat there...Borat was drunk per usual. Lorenzo left today back on his cross Turkey vespa trip. I'm so sad I won't have anyone to speak Italian to anymore. I was getting so used to it. But, I might run into him somewhere on the other side of the country next week when I travel around. Julien is back as well, so cheers to more friends! The hostel is completely booked. It's completely insane in the morning. Julian (night worker) and I had to work together this morning because there were so many check ins. Last week was South American crazy, this week French speakers have taken over. I'm not sure which I prefer. French is prettier to listen to, but I can understand a bit of Spanish...or at least it's fun to try.
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