One of the statues (St George, I think) in the beginning of the 14 km parade for the Festival Santa Maria de Moreno
Some wine snob posing outside some Florentine gastronomy eatery trying to determine if this fluid was fermented or unfermented by flapping his tongue around in the air while gandering at said product. The "Italian American sports fan fly to Boston to catch a Red Sox game 29 times & counting" waiter shooded him away as an imposter.
The Italians concept of a freeway – let me see, was our apartment just by the stool with a pot on it or just right after the bicycle leaning against the wall.
To further our quest to financially prop up failing economies around the world I got this medicine in Madrid (Spain not Oregon – oh excuse me, that’s Madras – damned iPhone’s spell check) by leaving this heafty tip.
Because we were concerned for Boston’s financial status, we dropped a bundle on drugs that those qwack Harvard Medical people thought would improve the quality of Sue’s hacking & coughing . . . I thought a cold rag & a wool sock around her neck woulda done the job – just goes to show you a So. Calif. College of Optometry’s education can compete with Harvard’s any day!
Spent part of our first day on vacation at this joint of dubious reputation. Sue wanted to be sure Boston was exposed to a quality cold from the NW – so she sneezed & coughed on them while they poked & prodded. A good time was had by all.
Spent part of our first day on vacation at this joint of dubious reputation. Sue wanted to be sure Boston was exposed to a quality cold from the NW – so she sneezed & coughed on them while they poked & prodded. A good time was had by all.
Inside South Church in Boston – beautiful. Course by the time you’ve looked at all the church pictures in Italy you’ll ask to be excommunicated.