Italy tomorrow!

Hi all!

Today was Italy Day on the ship. We had a bunch of lecture type things throughout the day that we could attend to learn about Italian culture and whatnot. I skipped all the educational crap and only went to the one about Italian shopping and nightlife. I also learned some key Italian phrases! Most importantly, I learned how to say ‘I’m innocent, I swear.’…not that I plan on needing it, but hey, it doesn’t hurt to know it just in case!

I spent the rest of my day laying out in the Mediterranean sun. I must say, my tan is coming along quite nicely. At this pace, I should be a different race in no time. 

Currently, I’m out in the hallway checking my email since my roommate already went to sleep. About half an hour ago, a couple girls came to do their nails near me and all of our legs were sprawled out across the hallway and our hallways are pretty tiny (barely enough space for two people to pass). These two guys who live a few doors down from me were walking to their rooms, and they decided that it would be fun to jump across our legs instead of us moving them, like we offered. So, Jumping Boy #1 backs up a little and does a nice little jump over us, making it across our legs without crushing us. He turns around to his friend and yells a competitive ‘BEAT THAT!’ So, Jumping Boy #2, who is clearly ready to impress us with his leaping skills, takes a few big steps back for a running start. He catapults himself into the air and jumps super high. Unfortunately, though, our tiny hallways also have short ceilings. So, Jumping Boy #2 hits his head and falls to the floor next to me. Of course, we’re all cracking up because it was hilarious to watch. But then Jumping Boy #2 grabs the top of his head and starts making really painful grunting noises, and when he pulls his hand away,its dripping with blood! So, immediately we were like, oh SHIT! I quickly ran into my room and dialed 3333, the ships version of 911, and they rushed up here and got him. His buddy came back up and told us he’d be okay, but that they were going to have to shave his head and mend it with staples. Ouch! We were all looking at the ceiling trying to figure out how he could’ve hurt himself so badly, and realized that there was a chunk of hair stuck in the sprinkler on the ceiling. Ick. So, I’m still sitting out here and a bajillion different official-looking ship people have come up here to investigate and take pictures of the sprinkler, which is right in front of my door. This one  super-intense lady told me that I was forbidden to remove the hair because it was evidence.  Yea, lady, the first thing on my list is to pick the bloody hair out of the sprinkler. Thank God you were here to tell me otherwise. 

I’m off to get in a few hours of sleep before we dock! Farewell!