Yes. I read. But only when traveling... And having my picture taken.
This old guy was the only one in our section of the train besides the twelve of us from Elo's class' trip. He got wasted wasted on wine during the trip and when students passing this soccer ball around accidentally put it in his lap, he got up and started juggling on the train. After about 10 seconds, though, he collapsed in his seat.
A shot of Mt. San Salvatore from the harbor at Lugan's downtown.
Just the mountain, now.
The hostel we stayed at, the Oases, was gorgeously maintained and our rooms opened up right onto the pool/patio area. Sweet living.
See what I mean about how nicely it was kept up. An old curmudgeonly grounds keeper was constantly scowling at anything that looked even slightly uppity, but he did great work.
Showing the kids how to ham it up during dinner.
Grace in motion.
Learning to use the diabalos. Believe me, I can get it in the air.
Jean Luca messed with the bull and like Principal Vernon warned, he got the horns.
Eloise practicing her drowning stroke in the lake.
Everyone looking cool at the top of Mt. San Salvatore, before we hiked down... and I, by the way, got lost for two hours.
A view of Lugano from the top of a chapel at the top of the mountain.
Eloise giving instructions. Pretty convincing authority figure, huh?
A picturesque little village, Corona, we passed through hiking down.
An art shot.
The two of us after Elo let the girls doll her up. Even though it wasn't all bad, the more I see of these dolled-up photos the more freaked out I get.
Showing Gordana how we keep it real, American style.
On a boat trip back to Lugano aftera day hike we took on the Olive Trail to a town called Gandria, which can only be reached by boat or on foot.
Some village we passed. Maybe it was even Gandria as we took off. I don't remember.
Happy on the train ride back.
Sleepy does it.
