San Pellegrino Terme, Italy

The first part of my stay was in San Pellegrino Terme. You may have heard of the fizzy water San Pellegrino? Well, this is where it comes from. This is the cutest little town on the planet and I loved it. First of all, they have PURPLE LAMPS on the streets. That alone merits an award from Jessi's world. Secondly, they make the best croissants on the planet. Oh, and the best chocolat, the best cappachino, the best pasta, polenta, wine, liquor, lemon chello...they have it all.
The end.

If you go to San Pellegrino you have to stay at Papas Hotel. It is darling, the owners name is Georgio and he is the best. They have linen towels, which I loved because it helped tame my frizzy beastly hair. :) Also, they have these little pull strings in the shower...which apparently sets off an alarm at the front desk so they call you to see if the water went cold. Lol. How cute is that???

You should know that this is a VERY SMALL town with almost nothing to do, so it really is a vacation destination that is perfect for about one or two days maximum. Then you need to thank them, eat as many croissants as possible and mosey on to the next destination. :) It is however, perfect for getting a lot of writing done because it is VERY inspiring.

More to come on Italy in a while...

Travels with the crazy.

This song is this post's theme song. Thanks to Gabriella Cilmi and DeeJay (Italian TV Station) for playing this song every two minutes while I was in Italy. I am so hooked on it now.

So I went on this trip you see, and it was only supposed to be for seven days. It turned into 13 days. We will get to that part in a minute...you see this quest around the world was to see four boys and Humanoid City.
Yes, I am that crazy. I, Jessi Ghezzi have traveled to MILAN, ITALY from CALIFORNIA, USA to see four boys play on a stage. But these aren't just any four boys...for one, the lead singer and guitarist are twins. HOT TWINS. I happen to have a MAJOR fettish for multiples. Don't mind me. Ahem.

SO, I traveled to Italy and saw their concert in Milan, and it was officially the greatest night of my life. Tom, Bill, I want you. Thanks.

I got to the concert FOUR HOURS early, only to find myself standing in line with 4,000 fangirls who only spoke Italian. Hm. This was a problem, seeing as I spoke NO ITALIAN. Lol. So I sat there while there was a steady buzz of conversation all around me, none of which I could understand. Finally, the staff came and addressed the crowd, IN ITALIAN. So after they finished I frantically asked anyone if they could translate into English for me. Luckily, one of the fangirls Mom's spoke English. So she explained what they said and in ten minutes I went from being completely ignored and bored to having tons of friends! Everyone wanted to know where I was from, did I only come to Italy for the boys (UM, YES!) and was I staying for vacation (UM, YES!), what music did I love (other than the obvious - TOKIO HOTEL), etc., etc. So I quickly made friends and sat with them during the concert. YAY!

But this wasn't the only thing I did in Italy. Oh no. I did much, much more. :)

Icelandic volcanoes and shit.

Well, you will have to excuse my absence, you see, I was stuck in Europe because of some volcano that erupted in ICELAND. Anyways, the mother of all posts is about to be made. I have 800 photos from my trip to condense and share with you...along with 190 pages of journal entries from my experiences there...

So be prepared to get a WHOLE LOTTA JESSI. Thanks. :)

PS this was my trip theme song. LOVE IT!

Riley the Smiling Dog

Well this is funny. This dog actually smiles. How cute! They didn't train the dog to do this, he just has adimant facial expressions. The same could be said for my dog. She has the "eff you for waking me up face," the "please god not a bath" face, and the "I will do anything for that bacon" face.

Meh. Cute.

Unicorns and um, onions?? Really??

This poor girl was foolish enough to let someone bring a VIDEO camera in while she was coming off of her anesthesia. Watch as she talks about unicorns and onions...

See more funny videos and funny pictures at CollegeHumor.

Seca the Red Dog.

There is nothing like a beautiful field of flowers on a nice quiet-

day.

Ahem. I was saying, there is nothing like-

What the? HEY! STOP THAT!
Wait, what is so dang interesting over there anyways?

Oh. She found me a new boyfriend. How nice.

I shall call you Fred, and you will be my new lover. No? Well fine then Fred. Go run amongst the grass and the flowers then you little ingrate. Hmph. See if I save your ass from the dog again.

This is my baby.

AND I LOVE HER!

Even when she steals the pillow. And my boyfriend. And the blankets. And she farts in the bed. And, and, and, and...her morning breath smells like a thousand turtles shat in her mouth.

I don't care. Cause I love her.

I eated it all. Gulp.

Those my friends, are scallops. Scallops that have been seasoned to perfection, and placed on a grill. Those beautiful, delicate morsels were devoured RAVENOUSLY, CARNIVOR STYLE. Cause there was also chicken on the kabobs as well. :) DELISH!!!!!


THEN, I made this bombtastic salad. As is turns out, the heavens parted and the angels sang during the first bite. Yeah, I am THAT COOL.

Garlic & herb feta, strawberries, spinach, almonds, and raspberry vinegrette, I salute you.

I went on a roadtrip.

My awesome red lipstick and I went on a road trip.

But before we got anywhere...we marveled at the local parenting skills...


Anyways, the purpose of this trip was to celebrate this lil' shits birthday:

Behold my darling sister. She is now 14. FOURTEEN. I remember when she was in diapers, when she was wailing over her stupid stuffed Barney doll that I hated, when she was running around with flyaway hair and half her teeth hadn't come in yet and she couldn't pronounce "s" or "t". :(
Now she likes boys, and I have to come up with a way to keep her away from them until she is 30. Or 60. Or whatever. :/

AND THIS...is the magical rooster. He belongs to my brother but I want him very much. I call him the magical rooster because when I was taking care of their house for a week every time I went to the barn he was out of his cage. I had no idea how he got out because at the time it was VERY secure (he is free range now, so don't hate me, he was temporarily in the cage for breeding purposes, actually, don't ask me, it was my parents deal). Then when I would come back the next morning he would be in the cage. I swear there are leprechauns who follow me around and do shit like this just to fuck with me.

Anyways, the point of this story is to tell you that I love him. He is so cute. And he is really sweet. He pretends to be dead when you pick him up. Kinda funny actually. Maybe he thinks he is a possom?


So these are my lil' siblings. My teenage sister and my soon to be teenage brother.

We all have the same color eyes. I love it.


I miss my family.
The end.

Whew. That was a lot.

I've always loved the ocean. I have also always been terrified of getting eaten by a shark. You see, things always happen to me that would only happen to say one in a million people. I am ALWAYS that one in a millionth person. Luckily, I have been impossible to kill so far...ahem (frantically knocks on wood). Now you see why sharks, plane rides and lightning storms scare me?

When I was in high school I got some freakish infection that one in a million people supposedly get from dust particles. It attacked my organs, I had a team of 14 doctors trying to diagnose me. I almost died. The only reason I am alive is because the night I went into shock (also the night the doctors told my parents I was dying three feet away from me) and was rushed into surgery is the night that Dr. Colton was on call. He immediately knew what was wrong. He saved my life when I was only 17. I count this as life number 1.

Then when I was on an internship in Texas, there were these crazy lightning storms, and while we had cattle tied up to the fence one of them got struck by lightning. I say that's too close for comfort. This doesn't count as life number 2, but I just wanted to tell you a cool story.

Last April whilst taking the birth control pill like most women on this planet, I suffered a minor stroke. The only reason it wasn't a major stroke (or so I am told, I was a little out of it at the hospital) is because 1) it happened at a doctors office and 2) said doctor had given me blood pressure medication the day before and blood thinners, just in case what I was experiencing was more than a "migraine." I love him. He saved my life. I count this as life number 2.

My near death experiences weren't as tramatic as the ones you see on Oprah, but I can tell you, being 25 years old and knowing that you shouldn't be here is a guaranteed way to make you appreciate life.

Let's make it a great Monday, alright?

I have issues paying attention too.