Thursday, January 4
Rummaging through my cupboards I found a letter that I wrote to a schoolfriend but never posted. It was written while I was on holiday in Positano when I was 15. I laughed out loud when I read about ‘Lankylocks’ because I recognised him as one of the town playboys, still going strong today!
I’m writing this by the swimming pool, overlooking the sea! It’s 6pm and we’ve been on the beach since 11am. I can write what I want now because the others have pissed off somewhere without telling me AGAIN.
C is being such a slut. Last night she said she was going to kiss as many boys as she can and flirt with everyone Etc etc. Alex (a friend) speaks perfect Italian and introduces us to all her friends. She introduced us to a boy called Alessandro and C started flirting but he completely ignored her and started talking to me!
C just got back, she asked me who I’m writing to, I said Micki and now she’s in a bad mood and totally ignoring me. Anyway, when we arrived last night we went down to the beach and looked around for people we know. Practically the first person we saw was Enzo, C’s old boyfriend from 2 years ago. We then went into the arcade and I saw Gaetano who I used to really like, he nearly had a heart attack when he saw me!
I got in the way while Barbara was doing her hair and now shes mad at me. She and C have locked themselves in the bathroom at the moment, but they do that every night. I’m having fun with everyone else though. There are new people on the scene. Last night we went to the beach and met a group of Americans. We were all together when 3 Italian boys came over and asked us if we would go to the disco (Mito) with them. We said no ‘cos they were disgusting.
Later we went to Music on the Rocks where there was a foam party which meant that the whole floor was covered thigh high in foam! It was so funny, everyone was falling over and getting covered in foam.
C wandered off with one of the Americans so me and Barbara sat down on the lion steps. We recognised a few of the boys sitting near us. We named them Purple-shirt and Lankylocks, who has the same hairstyle as C. They all laughed when I tried to talk Italian and I got embarrassed. Suddenly they all moved closer to us and then Lankylocks asked us if we wanted to go for a walk with them. We found out that that Purple shirt is called Peppe and Lanky locks is called Christian and we stayed with them for most of the evening.
I was given an alcoholic drink made with Kahlua and milk, I told mum on the phone to see if she would be angry but she just told me not to get drunk!
C argued with Enzo, her ex and nearly poured a drink over him but he ran off. At 2am Barbara found me and said that C had nearly been attacked. She had been on the beach with Christian and his friend Roberto when Roberto took her for a walk to discuss her ‘relationship’ with Christian and he tried to take her trousers off. I don’t believe that, it was probably her trying to get into his trousers and sulking when he wouldn’t let her.
Christian took us back to the hotel but we couldn’t sleep so we went out on the terrace. This lady came over and all she was wearing was a sarong. She introduced herself as Sylvia and went to C and said “Sri Lankan women wear this forever!” She stuck a red spot on C’s forehead and then walked away. Weird!
The drive to Florence was very quiet and tearful. Florence was boring and it rained. Last night we stayed in Beaune. Now we’re in Paris. I don’t see why we had to leave Pos, school doesn’t start for another month.
at 5:18 PM