wow.

So here is my story. I was at the Cinque Terre this weekend, basically these 5 little beach towns that are SO incredibly Italian (check here for pictures). I was with 10 kids from the program, and the town is so small that we were basically just all over the place at night, some people at the bar, some people at the marina, etc. I was one of the marina kids, so I wasn't drinking. I was sitting at a trattoria with some other people and we had some dessert (but it was gross, sadly, and the waiter yelled at us so we were pissed) when this other girl came up and was like, "we gotta go, NOW" so we all busted a move. As I left, this random UGLY dude was like, "Where you go now???" and so I said to him (in Italian), "I've got friends up at the bar that I have to meet" and he was like, (in broken english) "you have friends HERE." And I was like, HA, NO, and peaced out. So I went up and met my roommate at the bar, and she was drizunk, and wanted to go down to the marina, so I was like ugh, fine. So we start wandering down, and she is going on about how she wants a cigarette but doesn't want to buy them, blah blah, so I mention that I have a "friend" down at the marina and could get one...and she's like YES YES YES YES YES!!!! So. We pass the dude on the way down and I told him that my friend wanted a cigarette, and he was like, what, YOU don't want one? and I'm like, no thanks, I'm good, and he lights one up for Piya and she goes on her merry way with Maura. Well, the guy like STOPS me and starts asking me all these questions (in really bad English) and I'm trying to talk to him in Italian and GET PAST HIM (I was at the top of a set of steps) and Piya and Maura are just wondering away and he tells me that he's Portuguese so of course he doesn't understand what I'm saying in Italian and THEN HE KISSES ME and grabs my back and then like drraaaaags his hand up over my breasts....EEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. Piya and Maura are laughing at me and I couldn't get away and then I just like busted free and ran down the steps. It was so sick. SICK.

So that is the story of my first European groping.

p.s., if anyone goes to Lisbon, I bet I can hook you up with a place to stay. George seems very accomodating.