Aug 21
Is it time to fly home yet? That is all I can think about. Venice is not that wonderful. Charming, but that's all. Charm wears off. Streets are more like an endless, broken grid of alleys. They are packed with crowds of people gawking at all the masks & Venetian glass, and they don't care whose way they are in or about walking any faster than toddlers. I love people. I hate crowds.
Food is so overpriced here, to boot. Last night was fun, but on 3 beers, spaghetti, and two sides of fries, I dropped €45. That's about $60. Fuck me.
I can't bring myself to do anything outside. I have no energy to spend. I'm fucking hungry, though. I don't feel like dropping €20 on a damn sandwich, so I'll probably try to find a supermarket. There's supposed to be an Indian restaurant around here somewhere. Hopefully they're open tonight, and hopefully they're cheap.
Fuckkkkk.
Food is so overpriced here, to boot. Last night was fun, but on 3 beers, spaghetti, and two sides of fries, I dropped €45. That's about $60. Fuck me.
I can't bring myself to do anything outside. I have no energy to spend. I'm fucking hungry, though. I don't feel like dropping €20 on a damn sandwich, so I'll probably try to find a supermarket. There's supposed to be an Indian restaurant around here somewhere. Hopefully they're open tonight, and hopefully they're cheap.
Fuckkkkk.
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