Never had the fury of a lion

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These are some more shots from the vineyards around Volxheim. Also, hopefully, I’ll start posting things again, though I don’t know if that will last past Spring Break…

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Next comes Farm Number 1. Volxheim, The Müller family.

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Then, back to Rome, by way of Naples. (aka, the most disgustingly filthy city I have ever seen)

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But, it’s also so fucking touristy.

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Sorrento is so fucking pretty.

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Grammar is dead.

Sweet jesus. I just saw someone write, ‘Can i com to u’re house tonight?’

u’re

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My education on African anything has been horrifyingly inadequate. I’m sitting here reading a chapter on African art and I don’t even recognize a lot of the place names, and the ones that I do recognize, I could never put on a map. And the fact that African artists made things other than wooden masks and decorated drums was completely ignored by my education up till now. Also, the royal palace of Zimbabwe housed 18,000 people in the immediate area and had 30 foot high stone walls with conical watch towers. Who knew? Seriously, who knew that?

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The next morning we went to Sorrento to spend a week with my mother.

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