Between the rocking climbing, stab wound from some angry thorn, attempting to pull myself out of the water after trying to commandeer a Greek sail boat – this is what has become of my body.
On the upside I realized i understand Italian molto bene. They may as well call Mykonos the Italian island. It is very nice to have a conversation & half understand what the bellisimo boy is saying to you.
Everyone here vacationing is Italian (no compliants) Steph found herself the actual definition of perfection – he also happens to be staying at our hostel. Hostels are like matchmatching from the gods.
* oh yea Josip – I found the Italiano version of you last night, Roberto. Speaks English perfecto & translated for me all night. Ciao!