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"the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance"


Hi there, my name is Hayley, and I'm a journalist. Eminem sings songs about me. This one time, I held a penguin. No big.



in spring of 2011, i went to Italy for a while. and lo, the great study abroad saga of florence, starring gelato, paninis, and some dude named michelangelo, was born.

now that I've graduated college, i'm fulfilling a high-school promise to myself to go work in a fishing village in the southern northern hemisphere that has no phones; you can now find me in ukraine, stumbling my way through the peace corps with exactly zero Russian to my name. Wish me luck!

Disclaimer: I am using this blog to express my own personal opinions. It is not meant to represent the views of the Peace Corps or of the United States Government.

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5 June 11
Alright, I’ve still got a lot to say about my travels, but I’ve been so busy looking for a job and trying to get rid of my shorts tan that I haven’t had time to write about much of anything. Probably there’ll be a lot of random photo posts in my near future. But in the meantime, check that out.
You know that Metallica song, “The thing that should not be”? This is that thing. When I was stuck in Rome Fiumicino airport, with only a canceled debit card and a whole €1.20 to my name, I tried to send my cell phone back to Florence. But as it turns out, the post office doesn’t take credit card. So I kind of sat there at the desk looking pathetic, waving my Visa around, until the guy punched in some numbers and told me “okay, I will send this box for €2” (only in Italian, so it was “d’accordo, la spedirò per solo €2”, which was sweet of him, considering it costs €1.60 to send a postcard). Sadly, this wasn’t exactly a huge help, ‘cause my €1.20 had yet to magically breed and produce €.80, at which point the guy in the line next to me leans over and throws down a €2 pity piece. God bless.
Anyway, the post office guy writes in the address I give him, and I write in the return to sender address, and then I make my way home through 52 hours of airport hell and am immediately put to work digging hillsides for my dad’s wedding (god I wish I was joking). I didn’t really think any more of it until this box appeared on my desk.
I know the post office screws up sometimes, but this is two continents worth of fuckup. On the bright side, I have just found the cheapest form of international shipping EVER. For the price of my dignity and some puppy-dog eyes, I managed to mail an entire box - which, for the record, usually costs at least $28 - from Italy to the states. For free. I’d be way more pumped if I didn’t have to figure out a way to get it back.

Alright, I’ve still got a lot to say about my travels, but I’ve been so busy looking for a job and trying to get rid of my shorts tan that I haven’t had time to write about much of anything. Probably there’ll be a lot of random photo posts in my near future. But in the meantime, check that out.

You know that Metallica song, “The thing that should not be”? This is that thing. When I was stuck in Rome Fiumicino airport, with only a canceled debit card and a whole €1.20 to my name, I tried to send my cell phone back to Florence. But as it turns out, the post office doesn’t take credit card. So I kind of sat there at the desk looking pathetic, waving my Visa around, until the guy punched in some numbers and told me “okay, I will send this box for €2” (only in Italian, so it was “d’accordo, la spedirò per solo €2”, which was sweet of him, considering it costs €1.60 to send a postcard). Sadly, this wasn’t exactly a huge help, ‘cause my €1.20 had yet to magically breed and produce €.80, at which point the guy in the line next to me leans over and throws down a €2 pity piece. God bless.

Anyway, the post office guy writes in the address I give him, and I write in the return to sender address, and then I make my way home through 52 hours of airport hell and am immediately put to work digging hillsides for my dad’s wedding (god I wish I was joking). I didn’t really think any more of it until this box appeared on my desk.

I know the post office screws up sometimes, but this is two continents worth of fuckup. On the bright side, I have just found the cheapest form of international shipping EVER. For the price of my dignity and some puppy-dog eyes, I managed to mail an entire box - which, for the record, usually costs at least $28 - from Italy to the states. For free. I’d be way more pumped if I didn’t have to figure out a way to get it back.

  1. notrefined posted this
Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh