Perugia, Italy  
A café on a large piazza 

6 June 

I'll be DAMNED.  That's a crazy coincidence.  This random guy you hear on the street, sounds American, turns out he's from the next town over in Nebraska.  Sheesh.  And hey, that Julie girlfriend of his is pretty cute. Wonder where she's from...  Maybe also nearby!  Well, those corn-fed women!  Heh heh.  But I think I'm a little withdrawn from 

Wow, Frank's gone through about 3 pints while we've been here at the café and shows no signs of stopping any time soon.  Hey, he even wants us to go along with Julia and him to meet with some Italian buddies of his-- Enzo or some name like that I think.  I'm not entriely sure.  But I suppose it'll be fun.  Maybe I've had a little bit too much fun these last few days on this trip!  I'm still feeling a little disoriented from that whole thing on the ferry.  Seems like Rob is broadening out a little; he looks like he wants to really get going and hit the Italian nightlife.  Good for him.  I feel a little, who the hell knows, wounded or something.  I can't talk to Rob about it.  I'm still pretty embarassed about what I did and everything.  sigh Well, let's go have fun with the Italians.

[later]

Ah!  Why is it only NOW that all these women are crowding around me?  OK, sure, so they're wasted.  But in a classy way.  Why did I want a fling??  Who needs something like a fling?!  I just want to feel comfortable and myself again.  Looking forward to meeting up with the girls tomorrow.  Some familiar faces, I'll feel back in my place again.  I hope.