In which the boys sit on pebble beaches in Croatia, almost kill themselves on a 24-hour train ride, and end up in Italian paradise

Hi all,
So, it appears our frequency of blog posts is decreasing exponentially over time (however, this does mean the period is increasing! Nawrf!) Last we spoke I believe we were in Prague. Holy shit, it's been over two weeks. A brief summary now, as we are about to head out to dinner at the restaurant owned by the family that runs our hostel in Ischia, Italy. From Prague we proceeded to Budapest, which is an awesome city. We spent thousands of forints (220 forints/1 dollar). At one point a young Irish lad took off his shoes, hoping this would convince us to accompany him and his friend to the bar ("it's me birthday! Cmon Americans!"). His friend, vomiting every 20 meters, approached and the lad commanded his friend to remove his footwear, "so the Americans will come to the bar with us!" This was followed by attempts to shit on the windshield of a few cars parked on the curb. Unfortunately, the Irish gentlemen told us the wrong bar, and we were unable to locate the mirthful gaggle. Shit, I have to go, but more stories of Croatia and Italy to follow. Ciao!
-SB