Today we woke up in france and took the morning express train to San Remo, on the italian riviera. The train went from Nice in the south of france through Monaco in Monte Carlo and then into San Remo. We rented a car and drove from San Remo to a little outside of Portofino which was an awesome drive. The italian freeways are so entertaining to be on because there are either basically no driving laws or no one observes them at all. There are vespas going 140 and those dumb little european citroens cutting you off every second and youre never driving through the middle of nowhere when youre on the coast so you can stop anytime and theres always a sweet medieval ruin or castle on a cliff or amazing church. I love knowing that every cobblestone I walk on and every cliff that I climb, someone was doing the same thing a long time before me- sometimes even centuries ago. We’ve seen Romaan aqueducts, a Bentley taxicab, and a porchse explode on the side of the freeway. Sorry, I cant concentrate because my dad is a little smashed and is singing loudly in the shower. Its so funny im killing myself laughing I hope hes going to be alright because there is a random slanted shelf thing on the floor of the tub/shower so its impossible to stand under the spray unless you balance yourself like a pro so you don’t slip and fall on your face.

It’s the perfect temperature here- its 30 degrees (even at 11 at night- I love the heat) but it’s a bit too humid. I cant wait to explore more tommorow- I cant believe im going to bed right now because the entire town is out eating together and having fun (in the main square beside our hotel you would not believe the number of vespas parked in random places) oh sweet argentina just scored. A beauty too! Poor mexico. I love that you don’t have to know italian to manage here, but you learn more all the time. I love the feeling here- the people are so happy. We were standing in the street eating a piece of bread we bought, and some dude was walking down the street and another dude on a vespa SCREECHED to a stop in front of him and started yelling and i thought he was mad but they were friends and the guy on the vespa poked the other dudes potbelly and said something that was obviously a joking insult and then burned rubber speeding away while the guy he insulted stood there shaking his fist and yelling in italian. haha.

Im so jetlagged its unbelievable I don’t remember half the drive because I kept nodding off and then when we got to our hotel I lay on the bed and fell asleep so my parents went for a walk around and let connor and I nap, but im still dead tired so im going to go.

Love love love, morg

p.s. the international cell phone is working now so call it!

p.p.s i am trying to break your heart by wilco is my new favourite song. i found it by acident having my ipod on shuffle and i have to say its pretty sweet.