I still question the usefulness of such a kind of post, given there doesn’t seem to be any regular follower of this blog, but just in case I’m wrong…
I’ll be away for around 4 days starting from tomorrow, for a short vacation in Tuscany (Italy). It saddens me a bit to say it’ll be a eating and fishing-oriented vacation, yeah just like the ones of retired persons. But I’m not ashamed of that: eating and fishing are two of few the things I enjoy in life, though I think only new and interesting fishing locations may justify such a long travel. But it’s sad because if we keep spending our time together like some 50 years old fellows, me and my friends aren’t going to get in touch with girls even in a million years.
Not that I feel an intense urge for romantic relationships, but actually getting laid some times wouldn’t be that bad I guess. I know I don’t have the persuasion skills to convince a girl to have sex with me, and lying about my feelings to get laid is something I strongly refuse to do, but in the right situation, and with the help of alcohol, probably there’s some chance I could get near a girl and talk to her without panicking. My friends seem to be even more interested from the romantic side of things, and are surely more skillful than me in social settings, so I don’t understand why the behave like they don’t give a damn. Maybe they’re just too lazy to even try.
By the way, I hope the first days (the eating-oriented ones) run fast and without troubles, so I can concentrate on the fishing. It’s been almost a year since I had my last serious fishing session, and I badly need to fish: it’s an urge I’ve been feeling more and more in the last weeks, but I’ve been suppressing it because I needed to study. I also hope this time we actually land some nice carps, but it’s not a requirement for enjoying some time immersed in a quiet and relaxing environment, and water just has that magnetic feeling to me I can’t stop watching it.
I’m sure fishermen understand what I mean, just look at these fantastic pictures of the lake I’m going to:
That’s all, if I don’t get a food poisoning, drown, or die on the road, I’ll be back for Thursday or Friday.



