Inside every man is a file. And inside this file lies the animal with the desire to wrestle. If the man does not want to wrestle,he is sick, he is pussy. Well this is what I am told anyway by my couch surfing host in venice who imposes that his guests wrestle for his hospitality. This is not as perverted or disturbed as it may sound. In fact I found it a very healthy experience and a great way to use couch surfing to greater potential. Perhaps I was lucky that my oponent for my 3 day stay was a docile 5 foot mexican with no desire whatsoever to wrestle. Consequently I spent my evenings unleashing my inner animal on his placid body which lay limp and lifeless beneath me,tangled in the limb locking formation which massimo had taught me. To be honest I was a terrible wrestler, probably alikened to the the convulsive twitching of a halfe squished spider as i tried to hook my oponents legs into an imobilized state. To improve your healthy perception of the event i should probably not go on to tell you about the old sock blind folds and the video camera which were both purely tools to aid our learning of this sofisticated art form.
When not wrestling on massimos living room floor we were loosing ourselves in the beautiful laberynth streets of venice and preparing/sharing meals with our host. Masimos job was in security and crimonology at the airport and he loved to speak about the mentality of people from diferent countries and share his knowledge at having obseved 700 different couch surfers wrestle and stay in his home.
Masimo dropped me off in the direction of the dolomites and i hitched away from venice. One driver took me home for my first lumch within an italian home with an italian family. They were very loving and i left well fed feeling like I already had found my Italian Mama. The night was spent in my tent on a grassy hillside below the dolomite mountains gently tapping the keys of my much loved new travel companio,the kindle which enabled me to write this blog in a remote location free of charge straight to the internet.
Masimo dropped me off in the direction of the dolomites and i hitched away from venice. One driver took me home for my first lumch within an italian home with an italian family. They were very loving and i left well fed feeling like I already had found my Italian Mama. The night was spent in my tent on a grassy hillside below the dolomite mountains gently tapping the keys of my much loved new travel companio,the kindle which enabled me to write this blog in a remote location free of charge straight to the internet.

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