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One early evening, while Angela and I were working out on a couple of treadmills at 2YH, she was struck by something. ... No, not literally struck. Just, suddenly she looked at me with a twinkling and I got an inkling she was up to no good. Pleasantly surprised by her clever plan, I eagerly jumped on board determining destinations. The conversation went something like this: " Let's go on a cruise! No, let's go on a roadtrip! No! Let's go visit New Hampshire! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!! " Before we realized the complexity of the scheme, we were planning dates around spring breaks and work schedules. We were considering rations to avoid buying fast food, talking of splitting gas costs and sleeping in the car. Over the next few days we debated keeping this trek a secret. We considered simply arriving in New Hampshire with a box of Krispy Kreme and some home spun love for our Northern friends. But when push came to shove, we weren't able to hold our excite

I joined Interpalsdotnet awhile back and made friends with three most interesting people: Luca, Robby, and VV (formally, Veronica). Luca is a 24-year-old punk rock Italian guy. He's from Rimini, and going to school for travel and tourism management. He speaks English, German, Italian, and Norwegian. He's hilarious. And after just a few conversations, he's introduced me to a good handful of new and excellent bands. And some of those bands sing in Italian. It's exciting! It's interesting to experience such unusual cultural differences. You wouldn't think there would be many between Italians and Americans, per se. But there are. One of the very first times we talked, he signed his message with 'kisses dear.' At first I was slightly put off by this, but then I realized it's probably standard procedure for Italians. Either way, I didn't exactly take offense to it. Opposite how I feel when Americans do it, there's something forgivable about a forei