Travel thread

[spike]

Big Machiavelli

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Chris, you ever go to Il Vero Alfredo ? special place in my heart

[spike]

Breafast Burrito Mussolini

[doug rr]

are you staying near the vatican ?

i usually stay in piazza del risorgimento

we're staying at a couple of places (we're doing rome, florence, and then back to rome). the first is just nw of the wedding cake off of via del corso. the second is further north about 4 blocks from piazza del popolo. i have no problems with the buses and trains in rome, so we should be good.

what American fast food spots did you hit while there? be honest

I once ate at the McDonalds near the Spanish steps in February 1995 after an REM concert.

did you find the river?

[bart]

Thinking about doing a sandals in St Lucia or Jamaica next winter, anyone have experience with those locations or sandals in general? Leaning toward st Lucia bc it looks a bit more upscale and the chances of being murdered en route from the airport are lower

[E.H. Ruddock]

You can do better, bart

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why Sandals

are you in the market for VD

have heard St. Lucia overall is beautiful

[bart]

This one specifically: https://www.tripadvisor.com/Hotel_Revie ... Lucia.html

I know the Mexico/DR/etc ones are supposedly pretty meh but this has a much better rep. But if there’s a better all inclusive there I’m interested to hear about it

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this is how you get VD

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jk it looks nice overall

people pee in the pool everywhere

trust me

i know

[bart]

Looks like an RM meetup except there are women

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rico suave at the swim-up bar awwww yissssss

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

The big unit sitting by himself at the bar is ruddo. No one wants to hang and end up banned.

[Ello Sailor]

I would hang dong with Ruddo.

[Jorge]

Why are Americans so obsessed with peeing in the pool

I swear to God no one makes more references to peeing in the pool than people from the States

Is it really that prevalent over there? Why do you do it? You know pools are for sharing? Gross, guys

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Farmer John]

I think it comes down to the simple fact that Americans are less civilized than the rest of the world.

Did you know that the average swimming pool in the U.S. contains SIX TIMES more urine per cubic inch than the global average? It's true. That's a real fact that everyone should start repeating.

[The Argonaut]

I think it comes down to the simple fact that Americans are less civilized than the rest of the world.

Did you know that the average swimming pool in the U.S. contains SIX TIMES more urine per cubic inch than the global average? It's true. That's a real fact that everyone should start repeating.

Cool fact. I just shared it widely on social media and will be sure to tell my co-workers and as many customers as possible on Monday