Weekend

I think it'd be fun to write this like it's some sort of food 4 less book aisle classic:

I spent this past weekend on the Amalfi Coast. The bus ride was six grueling hours of listening to mashed up conversations of young women desperate for male attention and young men hiding their homosexuality... along with watching Superbad and sleeping.
As we got nearer to the hotel, I looked out the window and was amazed by the scenery. We were driving on the side of a cliff overlooking the small oceanside towns. I saw a Carnival cruise ship that reminded me of the 2 summers my parents decided that cruises were the perfect type of vacation before totally rejecting them a year later after finding out that the employees are basically slaves...
anyway, we arrived at the hotel around 1:40 am. Got the keys, roomed with amy and jocelyne, took a short shower and went to bed. The next morning is when the sickness really hit me. I woke up feeling as if I had just ran a marathon. Exhausted and weak, I went to eat a breakfast of one croussant, coffee and orange juice. We walked down to the city and caught our ferry to the island of Capri. Here, we took a boat tour where we were shown rocks shaped as elephants and homes of celebrities. Sadly, it was enough to impress me. I apprehensively spent ten euro on a five minute tour of the blue caves where the money ended up being well worth the view. The boat went under the caves that were glowing blue. It was like something out of a story book. The rest of the tour I spent trying to keep warm and interested...
Went back to shore and I layed on the beach while amy and Yanya got drunk and swam. Probably wasn't safe, but at the time not much was on my mind. We went lemon cello and chocolate tasting, it was yummy. The tasting made Amy even more drunk, so I took care of her while we walked back to the meeting point. We went back to the hotel, showered, and went to dinner, five courses, unlimited red wine, drunk amy, good coversation. Everyone went out except for me because, well, I felt like I would die if I stood up. The next day we went to Positano. It was a forty-five minute bus ride to the shore where we took another boat tour. This one was much more entertaining. The driver put on some music and drove us to the cliffs where he told us all that we could jump. My first thoughts were " no no no." But one by one as my friends returned from the jump, I felt the need not to miss out. In my dillerium caused by the fever, I shed my clothes and jumped off the boat. It must have been the mixture of peer pressure, high fever, and lady gaga jams that made me do it, but I did. I jumped off the forty five foot cliff into the crystal blue water. It was just okay...
Our next stop on the tour took us to the caves where I also swam through. It was fun but a little more cold since it was inside the cave... you know. The boat took us back to shore where we had free time which I spent trying to recover and remain warm. We walked back to the meeting point and took the bus back to the hotel. We showered, I napped, and then we went to dinner. I went to bed early with the help of Natalie's tylenol pm. The next and last morning, we went to Pompeii. It was interesting. I was disappointed to see that many of it was renovated but always got excited when I saw things that were still in their original state. Natalie got lost in Pompeii and so we had to unsuccessfully try to find her. We ended up meeting her at the end of the tour so it was all okay. We went home via bus, and I knocked out. I am currently still battleing my fever. It's on and off but I've just been so "go go go" lately that I haven't had proper rest time. I think once this weekend hits, I'll be good to go again.

Til the next time I feel the need to share,

Steff