The Propositions

We delivered The Holubs to the airport Sunday morning. Gibson was drinking coffee. What? Gibson doesn't drink coffee. "It's a mocha, so it doesn't count." He said, already jittery. They had a 10 o'clock flight to LA and then over to Madrid. We are meeting them in less than a week in Italy.

We've each come up with 2 things we have to do while we're there...kind of a scavenger hunt or a challenge to ourselves to seek out interesting things while we are there.

The lists are in:

Jon: Try some Absinthe and take photos of interesting toilets (not necessarily at the same time.)

Gibson: Leave a copy of 30 Days in Red Pants in a bathroom somewhere and all of us must try Cynar.

Ellen: Eat___________over the Ligurian Sea (we'll fill this in later) and find the weirdest gelato flavor in Italy.

Alex: Play cards with a local and get a picture of one of us kissing a dead pig hanging in a window of a shop or deli or wherever.

Wow...I think Italy will be glad she met us....or will she?

Genesis

So we're sitting at Top Pot last year -- we had just had drinks or dinner or something and we were rounding out the evening with one of their fantastic donuts. I mentioned that I thought it would be a fun thing to think about going to Italy all together...Jon and I travel. They travel. They responded that they were planning a trip to Italy. "Next Summer!" they said. It really was as simple as that. Now we're leaving in two weeks. The Holubs are leaving in one. We're meeting in Cinque Terre -- Riomaggiore -- on July 1.

This little blog will have an ongoing narrative of our exploits - sights, sounds, meals and people we meet. To our friends and family -- please comment! I hope we can update it daily -- or at least every few days.

The cast of players will include:

~~The Holubs~~
Gibson:

and Ellen:

~~& The Allreds~~

Jon and myself:

Wait -- that's actually me and R2D2...

Here's Jon:

(That's actually a full sized beer mug.

He is a giant. )

Next up: Our lists. Each person comes up with two crazy things we have to accomplish in Italia. Gibson's might include pit hair...oh dear...