DAY 7 - years in yards
Last night we had a blast. This morning held a spectacle that we'll remember for a while. It should be a story by itself under "The people you meet". Poker faces and taught lips we endured a lecture by what could be a movie character in an 'old' tarantino film. He'll go by the name of Carbone, G. Carbone. So G. Carbone is a 50something fellow Italian man who moved to Montenegro last year because "it's the most fantastic country in the world" [read that with a heavily marked Italian accent, please, do it].
Fun night yesterday.... we thought we were going to party hard core. Reality check: by midnight Alberto was gazing into his drink, Pietro was beginning to show signs of turrets syndrome as he watched the entertainers dance and Filippo was hungry. We decided that it would be best if we acknowledged our inability to enjoy the night and just go sleep.