A man called "Big Sky"

Room mate number 2. A curious older fellow from Texas. Is this guy for real? I had my doubts at first. As the week progressed I began to believe this guy was not shitting me at all. One condition of me sharing his story was that he remain anonymous. He was a man of means with a big heart and a troubled past. His parents were killed crossing from France into Italy when he was 3 months old. He was adopted by a French man. Then ran off to the states with a native American guy that was friends of his parents when he was 7 years old. He is self taught self made and a motivational speaker. He stays in hostels to meet interesting and troubled people. He helps disabled folks at his home in Marseille. Has places all over the world and prefers tents to houses. He has worked with many famous people and is truly connected. When we toured Marseille together people knew him every where we went and he always brought a smile to their faces. A true comedian. He has helped inspired me to dig deep and figure out how I can help people with my story. He has even said he'd help me with housing in Europe and possibly seed money for a project that helps Americans like myself looking to discover themselves. He is a philosopher. We have a pretty good bond and we're gonna be traveling to Italy together on the train tomorrow. What an interesting journey this has become. I'm sure to add more about him in later posts.

Lost in Venice

There is a Labyrinth called Venice. I really could not orient myself at all. It seemed like every street ended in a dead end. I painted a huge goofy face on the street in the middle of the night. I probably would be in trouble if I were caught since I painted it in oils. It will be there for a while I am sure. Ooops. Not one of my better works. I then fell asleep on the street and was harassed by the police... I have been in hand cuffs twice so far on this trip. Good thing they did not know about my street painting... I am sure they would have probably thrown me in jail. Time to go to Florence... eventually I assume I will not be welcome on the planet. I think someone should commit me. Oh my oil paint supplies are at the bottom of the Grand Canal... long story... I am not interested in sharing. I think I might stick to the drawing for a while before buying more oil paintings.