A few randoms from Spain in Rome. I'm basically skipping Rome entirely since those pics involve mostly my floating head, and you saw them all two years ago.
Lunch at the Taint on beach in Casteldefels. Arguably the best french fries I've had in my life.
Group shot at the Freixinet factory (Erica: "Wait, how do you spell it again?"
That is supposed to say I heart Spain. But you knew that.
Looking through the keyhole...awesomesauce
Shutters. So European
Liza and I set out to determine whether cava or prosecco is the winner. Turns out, the winner is us.
St. Peters. I just love this place so much. Liza is trying to convince me to move to Rome and give St. Peters/Vatican tours. I usually laugh, but she may be right.
Not too shabs.
After two successful sweaty days of sightseeing by myself in Rome, I rewarded myself with lunch and a half-carafe of wine on Campo di Fioro. Later Liza would ask, "Are you drunk?"
150 steps. 150 steps to and from Liza's apartment every day. May God have mercy on her soul.
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