19/11/2010 Reggello

Another day off, Paul said we could "take off tomorrow", and for a moment we thought we were being chucked out. We went to Reggello to leave the house for once. Apparently Reggello is the Città del olio, the city of oil - but there really wasn't much in terms of specialised shops. I was hoping for cute stalls selling regional produce. I guess the town's reputation is due to the sheer quantity of olive trees in the area - LOADS. We saw some, neatly organised on terraces, stretching for miles on end - almost looked like an Inca pyramid.
On the way back the fog began to settle and we tried not to get runover by the fast cards, especially on the bends. Everyone went to a pizzeria to avoid the daily soup, but Clara and me were agreed that sitting in a restaurant with the Americans was the last thing we wanted to be doing. A good choice, they were talking about Volvos for most of the meal apparently. We just stayed in our room having a chat - my favourite moments of the trip. She listens to my stupid paranoias and always knows what to say - fountain of wisdom she is.
Everyone arrived at our room, thinking we would party here - even Raymond's dad turned up... We took the "party" elsewhere - to the basement, and proceeded to play ring of fire with nine people and copious amounts of booze. Everyone was pretty drunk afterwards. I pushed Ethan outside and he collapsed backwards, and then walked into the room with his hand covered in blood. Rob was pretty wasted, having had to down the middle drink - he went so pale whilst doing it. And Raymond was upset, running outside like an emo, smoking by the terrace banister. I think I took it a little too far by constantly repeating: "Dear diary, you're my best friend".
I can't believe I've only got one weekend left in Italy. It's been so much fun. Traveling with Rob has been great despite the money thing - he really makes me laugh. And it's funny that we haven't known him for that long but we've grown so close to him - and funny we met in vendanges.