Spinning on the Bulls Balls.

No it's not some old fashioned Midwestern saying, it's what I did last weekend in Milan when I went to visit my gal pal Julie.

See, there is a curious custom in Milan, if you are passing through the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, that you should spin around on the testicles of the bull mosaic found in the centre. Legend has it that this will bring you good luck! It's hilarious. Plus I'm always up for ball stomping whenever I get the opportunity.

Besides Ball spinning, we drank LOTS of wine and ate lots of great Italian food. No suprises there I suppose.

I had so much fun, that I don't know why Milan gets such a bad rap. So what if it's not Venice or Rome. It certainly has it's own charm.

Or maybe that was just the wine...

France: Not all it's cracked up to be.

Let's get one thing straight: I can complain about the French because I live in France and speak the language. You cannot complain about the French if you do neither of these things. If you do it just makes YOU look stupid as sin.

Secondly--the French are annoying---but I think I'm so hard on them because I had such high expectations of them to begin with. When I first moved to France, I thought they were all progressive and cool and forward thinking, blah blah blah. Now I realize they are just like the average dumb American---No better, no worse. They're just fucked up in different ways. So now I'm let down & pissed off. And I have no one to blame but myself and my own naivety.
But at least the food is good!