James is soon to be gone with the wind(aka, living (il)legally in Lisbon).
Among other things, I ate some pasta.
Natasha arrived after 20 hours on a plane only to be accosted by a drunk, sleep deprived crazy man who claimed to have walked without sleep for 4 days straight.
Animal Collective/TV on the Radio happened to be playing in the courtyard of a castle. Natasha and Nicolo.
We went on a trip to a local Italian water hole.
James opened a bottle of wine on a tree.
We then feasted on wine, grapes and cheese and in our nonchalant, jovial mood decided to embark on a 2 day road trip through the Tuscan countryside. Yes, those are Marc Jacob sunglasses that James is wearing...(found on bus). We concluded that they brought out the douchiness in James, and took a photo of him and Natasha to send to the critically aclaimed "Hot Chicks with Douchebags" website.
The owner of our ride, Matilde.
We found ourselves in Siena and our spirits were dampened after finding that Burt would not be playing during our stay.
On the coast.
We stopped at an osteria in a secluded Tuscan village.
Where we dined on wild boar among other things.
Then Natasha and I had a romantic getaway to Venice where we enjoyed champagne in the main plaza.
Biennale Art festival.
The best site in town.
Nicolo then invited all 5 Americans to stay at his parent's house in the lake district of Italy where we were fed copious amounts of food and wine.
We played on some rocks.
I showed off my rockclimbing skills.
Voldemort reborn a Catholic.
The downside of traveling with 6 boys is you have to constantly deal with scenes such as this.
Abondoned hippy village in the hills.
It all ended at an amazing villa where we partook in an italian bro fest.
California in t minus 13 days...
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