Manarola, a darling little Italian town trying not to slip off the hillside into the sea. If they were to stop planting their crops, the soil would lose all its stability and all thing would fall apart.
Italian coastline on the Cinque Terra trails.
Nighttime coastline of the Cinque Terra outside of Riomaggiore.
A darling painting of a swordfish on an electival box in Corniglia, Italy.
Bologna's tower is just about ready to topple over.
A gloriously bulbous church top in Bologna. A few blocks away I had something which closely resembled a chicken fried steak, but amazingly good.
The stars and stars formed by the dome and cupola of a church... somewhere in Italy.
A castle tower made of lovely red brick. A part of the University of Gastronomy campus located outside of Bra, Italy.
The back of a statue of someone who had something to do with Jesus in Lucca, Italy.
The view down the Arno River in Florence.
I had the best pig of my life in this little trattoria. It blew my mind so hard, right after finishing it, I ordered another.
The tower beside the Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore (or the Duomo) in Florence.
Obligatory picture of the Colleseum. I must admit, after all the time I spent studying all the death that went on here back in grade school, I was a bit dissapointed by the building itself.
One of the seeminly million halls leading to the Sistine Chapel. The Pope's pad has scarcely a spot left uncovered by gaudy stuff.
This spiral staircase (barely visible) was designed so horses could go up it, because apparently the Pope sometimes wants horses on the fifth floor of his palace.
The dome of St. Peter's Basilica. I spent several hours here brushing up on my history of the Catholic church. Whoa.
Light beaming down from the hole in the roof of the exquisiteluy simply Pantheon.
Little dove in the center of a big dome in St. Peter's.
A bird pooped on me while I waited to get in St. Peters. I needed to make sure I didn't have more poop on my face.
