One of the guys has a friend with a flat on Garda Lake, not too far from either Milan or from Venice. It was simply great.
When we arrived in Bavaria (Tom and I, a good friend and ex-flatmate), we met Wolfi and Luke. Luke thought I was German actually by the way I spoke... heheh... well, he thought I was from the north of Germany, because he said I sounded German, but I spoke a really strange form of German. So I guess that means I don't have a strong accent, but I just don't know the language very well... hmmm... whatever, I took it definitely as a compliment if I can fool Germans into thinking I am one...
Without further ado, here's some Italian goodness:
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