Yo! There was this crazy time (days before Christmas 2022, to be a bit precise), when I went on this wild-ass 10-day trip through Italy, Spain, and Portugal. It was Day 1 and I had no idea that one freakin' day in three Italian cities, mostly drunk, would turn out damn insane. Surely, some epic shit went down in Genoa, Pisa, and Florence; stories better told over another cold glass of beer.
It all started with this overnight bus ride to Genoa, and man, its coastal vibes totally blew my mind as the sun rose in the grandest of ways. Though time was running out because I had another place to hit up (plus, there is a whole other post dedicated for that). I hustled my way to Pisa, where that famous leaning tower is.
When I finally reached Pisa, I was tripping balls. The Tower of Pisa, for real, was all crooked and shit, like it was playing some kind of crazy game. Of course, had to take the obligatory photos and videos, but here's the twist—I ended up being the unofficial photographer for many other tourists, mostly Asian families on holiday trip. I was just standing there cracking up at their antics as they came up with the most ridiculous of poses. It was an unexpected gig, capturing strqngers' memories backdropped with the leaning tower. Out of the blue, this other solo traveler noticed what I had been doing and offered to return the favor after I snapped him a pose. Grateful for the gesture, I gladly accepted the offer. We switched roles and took this rad photo of me in front of the leaning tower, supposedly a token of our brief encounter with that iconic Pisan landmark, only to find out later that the lone file was, unfortunately, corrupted.
Hard working while half-asleep, my stomach went rumbling, so I went on a mission to find some grub. A nearby trattoria caught my eye, stumbled my way inside, and ordered a Hawaiian delight—my pizza number 2 of the day, with all that controversial pineapple shit. I knew some people couldn't help but give those weird looks at the unconventional choice, yet I indulged. That mix of Italian flavors with a tropical twist, paired with a Peroni, blew my drunk, sleep-deprived mind.
Feeling buzzed and ready for the next leg of my crazy-ass adventure, I stumbled my way to the train station, headed for Florence. When I hopped on that train, a wave of satisfaction washed over me. I couldn't deny the exhaustion that accompanied my journey, but damn, the pure joy and excitement interwoven into each moment made it undeniably worthwhile. This insane journey—from the coastal beauty of Genoa to the trippy leaning tower of Pisa and later in the artsy vibes of Florence—carried with me memories and lessons learned. It proved time and again that indeed, going with the flow, embracing the chaos, and making the most out of every drunken moment, even the fleeting ones, is what life's all about. Arrivederci!
