IT WENT LIKE THIS . . .

Polish Nicole was in Italy at the exact same time as me, but we didn’t end up crossing paths this time around. Perhaps the Father had not willed it so . . . but I’m not worried. I’ll see her again soon . . . in Poland!

Yesterday we were talking about our respective Italian Experiences. We discussed how the Italians seem to orient their entire lives around food and eating. She said:

. . . to which I said:

A little while later, I was talking to Italian Nicole. I told her about Polish Nicole’s trip. I mentioned the whole “Italians eat late and Polish moms hate it!” thing. She said:

I told her what I had told Polish Nicole: that I’m even worse than the Spaniards about that shit . . . I’m completely insane and I eat dinner at midnight, like an insane person. She was rightfully aghast.

Not long after, right on schedule, an honest-to-God Spaniard hit me up . . . it was none other than my good friend Tombo. We were supposed to have a long phone call about the movie we’re filming together in October:

The son of a bitch was eating dinner at 10:16 p.m. in England! Just like a true Spaniard. I showed him what Both Nicoles had said to TIE IT ALL TOGETHER:

Sorry Italian Nicole and Polish Moms: It DOES just feel right! It is a beautiful feeling . . .

So there you have it: the eating habits of the Poles, the Italians, the Spaniards, and whatever species of FREAK I am. Hah!