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How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist : Part 1

As far as I was concerned, she was perfect. She was at least as smart as I was, was a dancer and had the body to prove it, and had a smile that could disarm the national guard. Let's call her Julie.

So, like an earthworm stalking it's prey, I put my usual game on her. Since my last flowchart was so popular, I've made another one to show you how I dealt with the ladies back then:

Nedless to say, things went slowly. We hung out nearly every day for the last couple months of our Senior year summer vacation. Like many guys, I was totally oblivious to her attraction for me. One morning Julie came over really early while I was still sleeping, and squeezed into my twin bed with me. I woke up, and assumed that she must be tired - it didn't even occur to me that she might like me. Finally on the last week of that vacation she said to me,

Venice: food and culture

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Following my days in Prague, I flew to Venice where I spent four days. When I was little, if you had asked me where I would go if I could go anywhere in the world, the two places I would have said would have been Venice and Japan. Now I've been to both! It's silly how so many things change, but some dreams can stay with you your whole life. As a side note, the gelato was everything I ever dreamed of and more. The picture below is of the place where I sat with my cousins and ate my first cone of Italian gelato.

Anyway, we arrived in Venice at night, so the first night we ate a restaurant near our apartment (we rented apartments in both Prague and Venice, and it was incredibly convenient, I highly recommend doing so for your trips). We walked up to a restaurant that looked as though it would be closing soon and asked the waiter if we could eat. Europeans eat late, but not this late, it was almost eleven o'clock now. He said that if we ordered quickly we could eat. I had salmon ravioli, and let me tell you, it was good.

Everyone has that one thing that kind of makes a trip for them. That one thing that really puts them in touch with the culture and the people of the area. For some people it is the museums, for some it's the shopping, for some it's the nightlife. For me it is the food. If I love the food, I will probably love the country.

I have one friend who has been to four countries with me (not Italy), and she always wants to eat Italian food - or McDonald's. My response is, word for word and every time, "I didn't fly across the world to eat at McDonald's." Food just isn't what puts her in touch with the culture. I want to eat like the locals. I want to try the local cuisine and talk to the waiters, and be surrounded by people speaking another language when I'm eating in a foreign country.

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