Let’s see…So the nice vigilante man came to my flat yesterday morning at about 10 til 8 (am). Asked some questions…wrote something down…made me sign it…shook my hand. It was kind of like a job interview or something. I was kind of nervous, but he was very pleasant.

I still have a flat tire, so I was waiting for the bus this morning and a colleague happened to see me and gave me a ride to work (thanks Cristina!)…the italians are so nice. Massimo gives me a ride home whenever I need it, so I’m lucky for that.

Matteo keeps saying I look like Andy McKee (damn…I am fat and ugly)…or maybe it’s my guitar playing that makes you think of him 😉
More amazing is that anyone in Italy knows of Andy McKee…he’s a’ight