A Quick Decision

 

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.