29 09, 2016
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Belgians vs. Buffon

Disclaimer: if you are Belgian, stop now. I apologize to your people. Watching the Euro Cup in Italy is like watching the Super Bowl in the United States, but with less nachos and more attractive bearded men. Also, most people tune in for the soccer and not for Beyoncé and a touching commercial about large horses. Even for a group stage game between Italy and Belgium in the small town of Syracuse, shit [...]

2 08, 2016
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The Subtle Snorer

By and large, I’ve had tremendous luck with hostel roommates (most notably in Milan with a trio of British bicyclists who pranced inside, moist and Spandex-ed, and proceeded to strip and otherwise strew their beautiful selves throughout the room). Sure, there were the disappointed-in-my-lack-of-Korean-skills sulkers and that one guy (not of the British set) who simply refused to put on a shirt, but no one homicidal, kleptomaniac, insane, or, most importantly, of that [...]

26 07, 2016
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Cow Spleen Just Like Mama Used to Make

“Hmm, a walking tour of Palermo’s street food. That sounds harmless, easy, and delicious,” I thought to myself. Ahh, what a glorious thing, naïveté. I booked the tour. What greeted me in the morning was a balmy 104 degree day, complete with hot wind apparently blowing in from the Savannah desert, or perhaps Satan’s butthole, your guess is as good as mine. After carrying a two-liter water bottle across town, which may as [...]

19 07, 2016
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Far Too Much Exposition, Followed By a Pause

Day 29 on the job. En route to Genoa, the maritime town of questionable touristic interest, from clifftop stunner Cinque Terre. Couple that just boarded at Monterosso is very couple-y. Girl is currently dusting boy’s nose with curiously squelchy butterfly smooches. Oh look, they’re playing that sweet eyelash fluttering game I used to play with my mother—one childhood memory forever tainted by the rampant instinct to procreate. Good sir, your leggy lady is [...]

8 07, 2016
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Catania Is Actually Really Weird and Here’s Why

The city is known for its traditional Sicilian food, bustling markets, and famous volcano. But it’s also a clusterfuck of weird and mind-blowing stuff. I present to you a small collection of the stranger phenomena I observed in Catania.   Guys think they’re cool for driving Smartcars. Maybe this is just my American ignorance leading me to believe that all men must compensate for their tiny you-know-whats by driving Hummers [...]

3 07, 2016
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Yes, Ma, I’m Alive and (Feebly) Kicking

Scene: Noel, ever craving Chipotle and generally elusive in the blogosphere (apologies to the delightful people who care), heretofore the confounder of mammalian expectations for rarely sweating and being (relatively) hairless (traits that make for the ideal backpacker in that she can wear the same shirt for days without offensive odors [theoretically, anyway] and the same shorts for days without offensive stubble), simmers slowly on high, airless, soon-to-be-on-strike Italian train heat.   Beads [...]

30 06, 2016
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A Letter to Juliet, Composed While Gazing at Her Illustrious Right Boob

Dear Juliet, You Poor Sap: I’ve passed through the tunnel of graffiti love notes – unharmed by tottering human towers attempting to immortalize their romances on the clean wall higher up – and stand before you in your courtyard, beneath literature’s most famous balcony. Well, I stand before a bronze statue of you (proof of your existence!) at the ancestral home of the Dal Cappello family (Cappello, Capulet – same diff) redecorated with [...]

28 06, 2016
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WTF Is Flunkyball?

So. WTF is Flunkyball you ask? I was asking myself the same thing as 40 or so Italian, Spanish, and Slovakian students rolled up to the Catania bus station in the middle of the night, armed with beer bottles and a soccer ball. It all started when I ran into a Slovakian family from my hostel as I was hopelessly wandering the city looking for the beach. Shamelessly crashing their [...]

23 03, 2016
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Just look down: the memorial you may never see in Europe

If you ever take the time to look down at the ground, which, if you are like any of others in the Millennial Generation, than you are already looking down at your phone. However, if you take time to look past the latest video of kittens on Facebook, you will see one of the largest and possibly underappreciated art projects in Europe. Stolperstein at Salzstraße 2, Münster The ‘Stolperstein’ is a [...]

18 01, 2016
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Foodie Must-Tries in Padua

You left cannoli and Sicilian granita down in the south of Italy. Never forget. But now it's time to get into some northern Italian cuisine. Panzerotto: Think calzones but smaller. For €2 you can score some of these classic warm bread pockets stuffed with tomatoes, cheese, prosciutto, and everything else wonderful and Italian. What Plato would've seen as the ideal for lunch. Tramezzini: Tiny little triangular sandwiches with the crusts removed filled with [...]

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