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So I was supposed to be going to Rome, Italy. A week before my scheduled departure, I was told I was to be going to Milan instead. I thought "Okay, still fairly popular, I've heard of it before." So I get on the plane, first class too, and I'm thinking "awww yeaaaah, this is gonna be AWESOME!". I arrive at the airport in Milan, I wait for my driver. He takes me...and drives...and drives...and drives...and i'm like, okay wtf "hey, we ARE going to be in central Milan, right?" and he answers "ehh...uhh...umm...n-n-no english", so I ask again in spanish (close enough to italian) and he says no, we're going to some rundown city called Melzopliplanato or something weird like that, alll the way out in the boondocks, with nothing but run down hotels, graffiti tagged nearly 99% of everything, and a ton of construction sites. My hotel was the nicest in the city (still a dump) and was directly between 2 construction sites that felt the need to be working full force at 3 in the morning. I was there for a week, was supposed to have 2 days to myself, and was only supposed to be working maybe 6 hours of the day. but noooooooooooo, they work me 14 hours of the day, including the 2 days that were "mine" so i couldn't actually go to Milan, which the studio was in, yet they felt the need to put me an hour away from the studio? Screw that! I'm not going back unless they pay me a heck of alot more than they did this time. It was nothing but a huge pain the whole time i was there. *sigh* but enough of my ranting...at least i got to go to yet another foreign country.

In case you have any questions, PM me, I don't post all the countries I go to, just the ones that i felt the need to steam about (if you haven't noticed). peace.