Animal Farm

I’m currently stationed in San Remo, Italy, right on the Italian/French border. Lovely little town, from what I’ve seen of it. I got in late yesterday afternoon and didn’t meander from the hotel given the fact I lucked out with a balcony looking out over the ocean. Today I hit the beach, hopefully I didn’t get too much sun, we shall see once I get in front of a mirror. You have to have a card for the electricity to work and the cleaning man took mine. Luckily, the sun hasn’t completely set, so I have light in the main room, but not the bathroom. The town sort of reminds me of Galveston, which makes it sound awful, but it’s not. Palm trees everywhere, big strand along the ocean, all these little beaches. My room has a little kitchenette and there’s another bedroom with two bunkbeds-I guess that’s what really reminds me of Galveston. In regards to the animal farm, I currently hear birds chirping and dogs barking. Last night however, it was the frogs first, then the dog howling, then the cat fight in the street. You would think with my ability to tune out ambulance, police and fire sirens, taxi horns, and drunken locals, I would be fine; but, apparently I now find nature difficult to sleep in. Oh the joys of the little things New York does to you. Tonight is my last night in Italia and I’m ready to leave. The country has been great but I think I’m ready for a new language…and more importantly to move closer to the one I can actually speak! Ciao, Ciao.

I didn’t take many pictures…as I was on the beach all day.
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