So uh…we met the owner of the only hemp store in this town last week. We kept going back every day to buy more shit. And finally he invited us to his house yesterday night thanks to my roommate. Turns out his house is a motherfucking caravan. The second we got there, he rolled a joint. Three joints later, we decide to walk to a bar for aperativo. Everything’s closed cause of the weather but he’s friends with the owner of one bar. So they keep bringing out trays of mini sandwiches and Coronas. So I’m baked, eating prosciutto sandwiches, looking at a beautiful lake in fucking Italy. I cannot even fathom the fact that last night happened. When we walked back, we got gelato (I tripped and fell and saved the gelato XD), my roommate made pasta while we ate Nutella and listened to Zeppelin, and then we ate and passed out. Holy shit.