My Macbook is dead. Murdered by the gooey, sugar- and alcohol-infused lemon zest drink Lemoncello. My entire trip I have feared losing my computer. I like to write, edit videos, pictures, etc while I am traveling between destinations, not while I am there. And as I teach myself to blog, I rely heavily on iMovie, iPhoto and other ingenious Apple-created software.
It would die in Naples. Our entire trip Perrin and I have heard about how rundown and grimy Naples is. Everyone warned us to hold our valuables close and beware of the gypsies. Of course as I stepped off the train I felt splashes on my foot and realized my FULL bottle of Lemoncello – famed in the South where I had been – was relieving itsself! Instead of zipping up my bag tightly, as I had been instructed, I frantically emptied a good $1,500 worth of electronics onto the bench next to the train. Miracuously my Droid survived (props to Motorola), but my computer was gone. I was left standing – lip out in full pout – in a yellow puddle that looked identical to piss.