| Well, our pants are all too tight across our tookuses. We have no one to blame but ourselves. Really, though, we're not sorry! We have landed back on this side of the pond and we're trying to re-adjust to time and food. There were some other pics that I just hadn't gotten a chance to add in and so here they are in no particular order. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| And of course must have the perfect shoes to go with them |
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| These were the women in the Salon d' Gusto who were stringing up little clusters of tomatoes into beautiful bunches...with cotton that they grew themselves, spun with drop spindles into string and then strung up. |
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| This was the walkway in the gorgeous Parc DuCale in Parma |
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| Once of the pop up singing sessions with the Sicilian group in the morning when we were waiting for our bus in the hotel foyer. |
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| Yes, this really is a middle Eastern man with a goat "body purse". Jeri HAD to take a picture and I'm glad she did because I wasn't there to see it and I totally wouldn't have believed her!! Although, I wonder if everything that he carries in his purse smells like goat intestines. I'm not excepting a tissue from HIS purse. |
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| Super funky moldy french cheese. |
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| They had lots of different kinds of funky cheeses. |
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| Duomo in Milano. |
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| Dancin' with my little, Sicilian friend after dinner one night. |
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