Blogogna

Spring finally decided to show itself, and not a second too late for my trip #2 to Bologna.

To take full advantage of the sunlight, we dragged our(my) snow white bodies to the sunny hills of Bologna to drink fine wine and play with a dog named soup on this Italian hippy girl's ranch.

To get there we had to take a half hour bus ride on a windy 1.5 lane road with a crazy Italian driver. We managed to survive the trip and I took a photo as evidence.

Then we got picked up in the hippy girl's vintage jeep and drove up to her ranch. James' forced smile is not without reason seeing as some unkown part of the jeep was ramming him up the anus.

The other person you see pictured in the photos in James' English friend Steven, who happenned to be visiting him on the same weekend I chose to. We had a jolly good time criticizing each other's English. What is an aubergine anyways?(answer at botton)

James is the same as I left him, except he is now taking a marble sculpting class and is so international he could be the star of L'auberge Espagnol 3. Here is a portrait of James in Bologna.

James and Zuppa/Soup.
Check out those hot legs

and me

again

Good italian beer??

Timer... great results every time.

Then we went to this park full of annyoing hippies and euro trash scumbags.

We were of the few who did not fall into one of the two preceding categories.

and this guy.

Then I came home to even warmer weather in Granada and the urge to continue my life on the flipside in Paris next year. To be continued...
(aubergine=eggplant)