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So I board the train to firenze from rome. Its the speed train but its still an hour and a half.. Theres many beautiful well dressed people in Italy and I figure, well *maybe* this time I will luck out and you know.. sit in a section with a bunch of attractive italian females.. Just saying, for once it could be nice. Instead its this couple who are probably 40 but are dragged down by some sort of substance abuse. 5 minutes after sitting with them I realize the lady next to me kind of smells awful. Like she really needed deoderant or something. Then I start looking at the dirt under the mans fingernails across from me. Then I notice her decaying nailpolish and sinking face. I cringe and lean forward to read my book and kind of brush my arm against my nose.. Its then I realize that some of the bad smell might be me. Im not sure how this is possible since Ive been showering everyday and did my laundry twice. Mind you the last time was in a crappy laundromat in Prague where there were no dryers so I just air-dryed my stuff in my room. For a 20 minutes I repeatedly smelled myself (not obviously to the others) and came to the conclusion that maybe just a little bit was from me but the rest was definitely from the lady. Needless to say, this warranted a lengthy blog post.

Im definitely doing laundry again this weekend.

Posted by adamsa 12:52

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