That Awkward Moment When… I Found out my Italian BF was a Drug Dealer.
Studying abroad in Florence was probably the best experience of my life. I went to class Monday through Thursday where I sat (hungover) in a room with all my new best friends (who were also, obviously, hungover). This was then followed by an afternoon of sitting with a bottle (or five) of wine, eating the best meal of my life (this happened every meal) by the beautiful Arno, taking a nap, and then heading out to a bar.
Along this routine of kinda study, eat, sleep, rage, repeat came Fabbio.
I went into my semester abroad speaking zero Italian and managed to leave speaking it fluently because I fell in love with some Italian guy who spoke absolutely no English. Somehow, through the language barrier, Fabbio came to be my “Italian regazzo” – AKA Italian boyfriend – AKA little did I know “Fabbio” – AKA real name Florian – was a drug dealer from Albania.
Translation: Uh, hi, sorry to be the bearer of bad news but, but your boyfriend just got arrested for dealing and will be out of jail in approximately 2 years! Ciao bitch!
Oh, and did I mention within a week of getting out of jail he was engaged? Cool Fabbs, real cool. My semi-state of sadness quickly turned to comedic as every friend I told pretty much cried of laughter.
So ciao to you Fabbio! Thank you for the good times, the good stories, and most importantly the good laughs I frequently have at your expense.
