driving to frosinone where some stranger(s) is going to feed me and crash me?
i don't exactly believe it. but the tom tom (gps) at least seems to work. and so do the many many toll fees on the italian highways.

some mix ups happen but eventually i find it and they are celebrating the anniversary of che guevera. sanish dude is playing guitar and singing in his best imitation of english "love" by john lennon. it was kinda charming though ridiculous. ah johnny i understand what you wanted to do but anyway massimilla(?) (max) doesn't speak english but he makes me a salad and bows to me like we are in medival japan. salad was great! then he brings out pasta with little red chillies. right on max. then he brings me a pizza with no cheese. max. you can stop. then franco(?) sits down and asks when i want to go to the hotel?

the hotel! damn groovy furniture and sylvio's perfect english left me certain he was an america living in italy but no. a couple days later i realize sylvio maybe is looking for some action.