10 days of New Tour Leader training, an "american" themed dance party to which Robbie wore a sombrero, after which I slept outside, bike rides into the sunset, and into gail force winds, the tradition of being the first to ride to the seaside by bike, a 10 euro megaphone, a donkey, an indian, a mechanic, a couple cowgirls, beer and more beers, creepy kid mannequins, art for art's sake, easter rain, more bike rides, the long tables, Scots, Croats, Honey Badgers, Germans, Italians, Greeks, a guy from Some Island, Spanish birds, Sweet as Bro!, Frenchmen who play banjos, and a sculptress who sculpts in the nakkey...all that in 11 days.
Take a looksey...
some wont last a season, some didnt last 2 days!
thank you Clandestino...
a welcome back scott american themed party needs REAL americans...
3/5ths of the village people is good enough for this dance floor...
Robs Disclaimer "In no way was the penis of American Robert M Foster as close to this drugged out bag of dance amazement as this picture might suggest." But if it had been, he would probably be wearing the same grin, a grin he wore smeared with chocolate all the way to the late night bakery for bombolonis and some harassment by a drunken italian asshole who said he liked us. We are a hit this year.
and polite too. I slept in the yard to avoid waking my fellow tour leader pals...who we trained on bike mechanics the following day, despite recurring dizzy spells and a thirst for water like you wouldnt believe.
Lather
Rinse
Repeat...
and evening in bologna starts like this sometimes. In attendance, Two 'Mericans, Two Croatians, a Scot and a Sweet Az Kiwi.
Im calling my metal band NOTHAMMER...
This guy seemed bummed that I gave a solid ten spot for a megaphone, which he wanted more for, but would not give my ten back, I figured it was fair. Although the megaphone was a menace to the late night streets of Bologna.
who likes to party...?
these dickheads...
enough beer to surf the luggage racks on the train...till the conductor rapped on the glass at the station and called us idiots...
After a day of rest, which included another late night metal show with Herba Mate and more beers with the locals (no photos unfortunately)
La Una was so concerned about having her photo taken...
that she wasnt paying attention when the Holy Spirit entered her body through the hole in her lady saddle almost causing a crash.
there's no salve for THAT!
first to the beach! AGAIN!
Piadina and a stolen beer...sorry Sir Wheatley.
cool weather vane, watch the video...it was windy as SHIT! 14k an hour all the way home, and no relief. gave us license to go straight to the store for replenishing and healthy meal options.
cold return to the farm...strange weather this spring.
Needed a day inside with rain, coffee, and art I have been putting off for years!
the first of many strange schematics from the sketch books.
Monday was a holiday so it was time to ride again!
Pines near the seaside
seaside near the pines
tasty warm films for adults...
a tasty warm beverage for adults called Poncha or punch, which it has in spades...
I would say my life working and living here is looking good this summer...
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