When I woke up, or more was woken up by my dad, to help fix the jet lag by geting me on Roman time, I lay in bed for awhile, got up and had breakfast. Later I was leaning out the window and a random Italian saw me and said "Ciao" and I responded "Ciao". Then Sophie and my dad went to the market. They came home and my dad cooked funky pasta. We think it was made of potato; anyway it was thick and undercooked, or if you would like to be polite, extremely al dente. After lunch Sophie, Thomas, my mom and I went to the Gianicolo or Janiculum. We saw a wonderful sunset and moon rise. Then Thomas, Sophie and I tried to figure out who Guiseppe and Anita Garibaldi were. We had a dinner of bread, cheese, and sandwiches of an unknown origin (the airplane). We went out for gelatto and God saw that it was good.
Denis A.K.A The Majority (Rules)
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Hey Den!
What an awesome post! I love your writing style! Radical, Dude! Keep up the writing!!!
Love,
Uncle Mike
Ciao, Denis!
I loved your funny [and polite] post! Who, by the way, were Guiseppe and Anita Garibaldi? What flavor was your gelato? Have you had any pizza yet?
Enjoy being on Roman time [I’m jealous],
Aunt Meg
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