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"We only have this in red...not pink."

.....if anyone knows me AT ALL, they know that this one sentence could actually have reduced me to tears (and HAS in the past). At the phone store, when they didn't have the phone I wanted in pink last year, I literally started to tear up. It's sad. It's a problem. My computer is pink. My toothbrush is pink. My retainer is pink. And my beautiful, wonderful, now BROKEN camera was hot pink. But I'm in Italy, my camera is broken, and I needed the best, cheapest one I could find. Which came in red. I'm a grown woman now, getting mature colored things. We'll see how long it lasts.

Anyways here are a couple pictures from my new camera...
I have kewl roommates.

Lounging in the kitchen.

My new camera has a "cuisine" mode.

Crystal likes to fry up her french fries and burgers when Italian food gets the best of her.

ALSO.
After buying my camera from a camera store (where thank GOODNESS they spoke English...I'm getting better at Italian but I don't even know how to tell people at the camera store what I want in ENGLISH let alone Italian. So I was grateful. And I showed him my memory card and told him I wanted an inexpensive one, and bought it)...but anyways after the camera store I went to this household goods store to buy a cheap blow-dryer. All of the shops in Italy are basically specialty shops. So this shop was owned by this nice old man who only spoke Italian. I went in, spoke Italian to ask for the blow-dryer I wanted...and he was so sweet! Before he sold me the blow-dryer, he took it out of the box and TESTED IT to make sure it worked. Show me a place in America that cares that much. Seriously. Show me.

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