This is Matteo and me. Can you tell who's who?
We spent two days, hiking, swimming, walking around town, going to the fortezza, playing with his friends and eating lots and lots and lots of gelato. I wish I lived there or he lived in San Diego.
On our way to dinner last night, I went blind.
Then, I went blind again.
We went to an American Saloon with Tuscan food which is run by Franco the cowboy who has never been to America.
See? Doesn't that look American?
Which one's the Indian?
Here's Franco, the cowboy, and his trusty friend Al the Owl.
Look at those grapefruit sized eyes.
Whe he gets older his wings will be 6 feet wide. He is only 40 days now.
Going, going, gone. Time to leave and say goodbye. What? It's already over. That's Francesca, his little sister.
Who's this fluffball? It's Carlotta one of the two dogs at the Bed and breakfast where we stayed.
This is Daisy, Carlotta's daughter. She was precious.
Dogs, friends, people, gelato....adios amigos. Wait, that's Spanish.
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