italian teabagHey what’s up? Long time no see. I’ve been making a couple somewhat big life changes over the last few months. First of all, I finally moved to SF. I spent a lot of time talking about it but we finally made the move. We wanted to move here for new experiences and I was really bored of living in the suburbs of Orange County. One of my top priorities for moving here is to make new friends and reconnect with old ones. I’m going to do my best to reach out to people I haven’t talked to for a while but also please don’t be shy and hit me up too. I am very excited. Also I would like to add, trying to move during Santa-con was a horrible, horrible idea.

I also just came back from a month long vacation and it was freaking awesome. Beatrice and I visited several cities with a couple of other friends. We got that $200 Priceline deal everyone was talking about a couple months ago. We went from NYC to Milan, then Florence, Rome, Prague, Paris, Tokyo, Kyoto and finally Taipei. Before this trip, I’ve never been to any country that wasn’t either part of North America or Mandarin speaking, so this was a pretty new experience for me. I think this trip kind of altered my views on life goals but I can probably get into that a little later.

Believe it or not, I actually took a ton of pictures over the last month. I discovered the photosphere function on my android pretty early on in the trip and got obsessed. At first it gave me something to do while waiting for everyone else to take pictures but then I started really getting into it. Also, in case you’re wondering, the picture at the top of this post was taken by me in Italy and is probably one of my favorites out of the whole trip.

So this being my first time to Europe and Japan, I have some small observations I would like to share. First of all, I don’t think I saw any fat people in this entire trip. That in itself was kind of amazing. The only time I saw any fat people was at the airport and I just assumed they were American.

Also, not to over generalize or anything, but I thought the people in Italy were super nice and the people in France were huge dicks. Maybe it’s just the people I interacted with but there was a noticeable difference. In addition, I noticed that the dogs in Italy still have their balls and the toilets there have the flushers on the wall instead of on the side of the toilet.

I learned about where the flusher was in an interesting way. We were out somewhere in Florence when I really needed to take a dump, so I went to the closest restaurant to use their bathroom. There was already a line for the bathrooms when I got there so I just waited patiently. When it was my turn to go in, there was still one guy behind me so I tried to make it quick. After I finished, I went to flush the toilet but I couldn’t find where to flush it. I looked everywhere. I checked all around the toilet, I looked for something to pull, I tried stepping on all the bolts in case it was foot activated. I probably looked around this tiny bathroom for a good three minutes before I decided it was time to give up. I really did not want to walk out of the bathroom with the toilet unflushed, especially if I knew someone was right behind me. It would be a bad representation for Americans, I thought. So, I threw some more toilet paper in the bowl, opened the sliding/folding door, looked at the next guy directly in the eye and said “Sorry, dude. I don’t know how to flush it.” I don’t think he spoke any English and at this point I’m still standing in the bathroom, not really sure what to do. So we stare at each other for a few seconds and he squeezes past me, looks down, looks up, then hits a super obvious button on the wall which I didn’t notice for some reason. At this point there is already another dude and a family of girls waiting in line. I say sorry like three times and then hurry out of there because five people just watched me ask another grown man to flush the toilet for me. Then, I went outside and immediately told Beatrice and friends what happened.

This is probably my second best poop story I ever had. My first best poop story happened sometime last year when I was visiting SF. We were at some bar when I once again really needed to take a dump. I went to the bathroom which had only one urinal and one stall. Luckily, the stall is free, so I go in. The conditions of the bathroom were not exactly preferable but I can pretty much take a dump anywhere. Anyways, about 5 minutes in, this dude with a European accent bangs on the stall and says “Hey man, can you hurry up? I really need to go.” At this point, I am having some trouble so I tell him “Yea, I will try but I’m having some trouble.” But also, what the hell? Who does that? That was the first time I’ve ever been rushed in a bathroom before so I was thinking like okay, fuck this guy, I’m not going to rush for him. I didn’t purposely take any extra time, but I didn’t exactly speed up for him either. So maybe about 3-4 minutes later he bangs again and rushes me. By then, I was done and already had my pants on so I tell him to hold one more second. So I go to flush the toilet with my foot. Water rushes down and it swirls around and I start heading to the stall door. Then I look back and it looks like I didn’t hold the handle down for long enough. I didn’t want to be a dick and only half flush the toilet, so I turn back around and flush it again with my foot, but this time I hold it down for a couple seconds to ensure it flushes. It took a couple of seconds for me to realize that it wasn’t flushing and the water level was rising so I immediately took my foot off. By the time I took it off, the toilet bowl was already filled to about one inch from the brim with murky water. So at this point, there’s not much I could do so I open the door and tell the guy, “Dude, sorry man, the toilet overflowed.” I forget what he says but he goes in there, takes a peak, and immediately comes out. He stops himself by the stall door, thinks for about three seconds, then turns around, goes back in and locks the door.

I did not want to see how that turned out so I just washed my hands and got the hell out of there and again immediately told Beatrice and friends. I felt really bad for the guy though; I imagine there was a lot of unwanted splashing.

Alright, I wasn’t planning on writing ~800 words on my pooping adventures so I guess I will have to cut this post short, but not without first mentioning how awesome Japan was. Everyone in Japan is so freaking nice and everyone there has like the most soothing voice. The workers there just talk non-stop. Like if you go into a convenience store, the worker is saying something from the minute you walk in to the minute you leave. I have no idea what they were saying but it was so awesome. Going to Japan and seeing the people and etiquette there kind of just wants to make you be a better person.

Also, there is literally no trash on the ground anywhere. While this is amazing, what’s even more amazing is that there were barely any trashcans anywhere too. I have no idea how they do it. Every single pedestrian must be holding like 10 pieces of trash at all times. I literally started getting excited every time I saw a trashcan so I could empty my pockets.

Anyways… here are some photo spheres:

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