For everyone (and it’s pretty much everyone I know) who talked crap about me putting sugar on my pasta… I have found my homeland. We were served pasta tonight that everyone put a spoonful (or more) of sugar on. BAM! Eat that. Another reason I feel as if I was meant to be here is that they don’t have regular notebooks…everything is grid paper. Hello!? The only notebooks I own is grid paper… I took all my college notes on grid paper… I know these seem like stupid details but they’re really significant when you’re experiencing massive amounts of culture shock every millisecond of the day.
Xhoni (Johni) and his water filter.
