so i spent the last three years in a little italian town called portorosso to work on #pixarluca. beautiful place. let me tell you about it 
i rented a room right above the piazza. pretty lively, could be kind of loud sometimes. there were days when i did not get a ton of writing done
i rented the room from two sisters, concetta and pinuccia aragosta. at no point during the entire three years did i ever see either of them smile
the gelato was berserk and i developed a debilitating stracciatella addiction. i don't want to talk about it
played scopa with these guys once a week, usually got cleaned out. merciless. i wanted to seem cool, so i pretended to know the rules. this was a huge mistake. although by the end i was beginning to suspect there actually were no rules and they were just messing with me
you would not believe how often the soccer ball knocked over the scopa table. it happened multiple times a day. this sign was wildly ineffective
not saying these kids were bad at soccer though. the little one scored a goal between my legs and then did a victory dance that was so humiliating, i had to leave town for a while
most days i would try to bike up the very steep hill for exercise. this is around the area where i would always give up
going back downhill: always terrifying
nice people overall, but they really had something against sea monsters. oh and a great local cinema. they did a jules verne retrospective that was fun
that's all for now, might post some more later. ciao a tutti
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