If anyone’s ever like, “Oh hey guys! I have this really great idea, let’s travel to anywhere in Europe from April to October!” Bitch slap them and walk away, keep your pimp hand strong because that is actually the worst idea ever. Not only is there 8 billion Asians trying to fit into one tiny restaurant but there are worse things…like mosquitos. I’m being eaten alive. EATEN! ALIVE! I have 12. I originally had 25 written…that was an exaggeration, twelve is not. Twelve mosquito bites on my body, including one almost in my eye. Italians are unaffected by them, apparently they feed off of American’s good spirits and politeness. I had to buy this thing that puffs out cancer fumes into my room to keep them away. Not to mention that apparently they are more poisonous than the ones in America so when you get bit you swell. I’m on a constant diet of cancer fumes and Benadryl. I’m a fun girl to party with, clearly. So just save yourself the cancer and stay home, watch an episode or two of Khloe and Lamar for me.