It is called “Bus Full of Hippies”
That is the sole reason why I chose it.
So my posts are going to contain whatever I am thinking. I hope no one finds that offensive, but, well just visit a different site if you do. And if you don’t like to hear about “God Stuff”, same story. He’s like my BBFE (Best Friend For Eternity) so you’re going to have to deal.
Let’s be honest point #1-
A 750 gram jar of “Crema Spalmabile” (aka Nutella) should not be consumed in 4 days by one person.
Yes, I am ashamed. But yes, I could probably eat more (OK, to be honest I have a friend-date to make Nutella/banana crepes in an hour downstairs- my Nutella is gone but Mike has his own jar…NOOOO! But yes, oh so much yes…)
Let’s be honest point #2-
When I meet you, even if you are drunk, putting your hand THAT low on my back, saying “My room is the next door down” and whispering to my friend “She’s so hot!” is so much more likely to get you punched than laid…Much more likely.
Nice to meet you too though.
Let’s be honest point #3-
Procrastination will drive people to do things very uncharacteristic of themselves. I never before pictured beginning a blog; until I was in Rome with a six page paper, three page paper, and quiz all due.
Let’s be honest point #4-
Catholic individuals do not act very Catholicy anywhere in the world, it seems. Clearly, the number of churches per acre of a city does not say anything about the faith of the population in that city. I wonder if Jesus’ heart aches a little each time we pass by. I know that I would be torn if I waited, arms outstretched to hug my closest love, and was completely ignored day after day…Dang, we’d be screwed without grace!
It took me 4 hours and 8 Catholic churches before I was able to find Mass here in Bruges, Belgium (in the church pictured here, which actually had in it a statue by Michelangelo- although, at this point especially, I was a bit more interested in finding Jesus). The other churches were closed. 4 hours to find a Mass on a Sunday morning! So, let’s be honest, Europe doesn’t seem to be as Catholic as people say.
Let’s be honest- the “nature” I found in Spain just doesn’t compare to back in the northwest. Not at all; not at all.
But at the same time, I have to say that no matter the circumstances, skipping rocks always makes me feel a little BA.