Cinque Terre, guys.
This is it.
This was leg 1 on our journey. I would like to extend a big shout out to Luke & Laura (the most precious brother-sister combo ever), Joe, and Olivia for making me put my spontaneous pants on and go on a last minute trip to the Five Lands. (That's the English translation. Pretty clever)
It started off a bit chilly; hence the hott tights I am wearing (don't worry those will get stripped off approximately 8 minutes after these pictures were taken)
(WHY DO I KEEP DOING THIS)
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Ok I'll stop.
And I don't get why I can't make these four pictures larger. If you squint close or use a magnifying glass, you can see that we went on a hike after. Bummer, these were my favorite pictures. We climbed a mountain! Some might call it a hill, but I definitely say mountain. And you can't take that away from me. Also, Olivia had the most hilarious fall.
Man, these are all coming up so small! Well, I don't really care that much. I am sorry to Mom though. This is where we finally put our feet in! Guess what?! My feet fell off. It was that cold. The Mediterranean taught me a lesson about running into the ocean. Don't do it. You'll be footless.
Hey Taylor, that last image, if you can make it out has our initial in a heart. Awe.
Oh, Venice. I just got back from that place. I will say this: if it's rainy, you should just stay inside. If it isn't, it is lovely. That's true about most places. I took more boat rides in three days than my entire life, and complained just the same. The last day, though, the wish tree-- shown bottom left-- answered many wishes by giving us a pretty day. It was lovely. And the picture of the people having a drink? Well, it was St. Patrick's Day, so I had an Irish drink. Tasted just like chocolate milk. I am sure I will hear about it later :)
And can everyone just give a good laugh at Troy for his hilarious, matching poncho umbrella ensemble (sp?).
We had a train fiasco this morning. Seriously fiasco. Courtney got left behind, but she walked into our room about an hour ago so no damage done. I don't think I handle stress well.
Tomorrow: train to Rome. Flight to Nice. Sounds like a nice start. (Hehe- I hope you can get the joke via text) I said nice like Nice, France. Oh, nevermind.
Love you all.