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A couple recent blog posts worth reading...

Over at "Bend There Done That," a note about how meeting the family of a crush. The author writes that after meeting her crush's father she fell for him, too: "Not in the 'I want to date you' way, but in the 'I want to be part of your family' way. Because I know where he came from, the son has moved up a crush level," she says.

And from one of my colleagues, "Mr. Cleantech," a blog post about poop and the need for water-free, compostable toilets. No shit.

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Paolo Does Europe - Sept. 5

Last night, Christian and I went to Manarola for dinner and to take pictures at dusk.

Christian is obsessed with Manarola because of some picture of the town he has at his home back in Philly. It's a shot at night with the moon reflecting in the harbor and is apparently quite the conversation piece. He's talked non-stop about wanting to take a similar picture since we got to Cinque Terra.

We hopped off our train and ran around and got the shots, then we had an excellent dinner, perhaps the best so far. It was at a restaurant on the main drag in Manarola. We ate steamed mussels, and fried calamari, squid and prawns for the entree. Mmm... local seafood.


We heard singing across the street from the restaurant and went over to hang out at this bar that had an open mic going. We sang along to mostly American songs. Christian was quite shitfaced by this point and wanted to stay at the bar all night. Fortunately, I was my paranoid, conservative self and made a move to check out when the last train left for Monterosso -- in just 20 minutes.

I drug Christian out of the bar and we got to the train station on time. We met up with Dan and Jesse again at the only bar in Monterosso still open after midnight. Dan is a Brit and the number 15 windsurfer in the world. Jesse is a totally hot, dumb blonde from California who used to live in Cinque Terra but now lives in Maui. We played cards and drank the rest of the night.

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Paolo Does Europe - Sept. 3

I'm sitting at Riomaggorie, the most southern town of Cinque Terra. I hiked the entire way, across all five towns, with Christian and Serena, a girl we met from Texas. That was one hell of a workout. -- five hours of hills -- but was worth every bead of sweat. I hiked Cinque Terra! How many people can say that?!

My stomach hurts a bit. I probably shouldn't have tried to eat gelato in every town.

We stopped to take pictures constantly. The scenery was stunning. We met a young couple who are moving to from Utah to Seattle when they get back from Italy because he's starting grad school at UW. She was one piece of eye candy. I told her to bring her friends to Seattle with her.

Christian had some kind of religious experience at Manarola, so Serena and I skipped ahead. She just hopped on a train back to Monterosso to try and catch the last of the day's sun at the beach. I'm going to kick it here until Christian catches up and stretch out and relax.

My only problem now is that I just chugged a bottle of water and spilled all over my shorts, so it looks like I pissed myself. Nice, Paolo.