Vote 0 Votes

Arrive in Pisa during a proper blizzard, and as usual, fuck up the bus and end up a 20 minute walk past the destination. The tower, a blasted minas tirith white, looks fairy tale caressed by snow. A bit smaller than I expect. If it had opposable thumbs, it'd overcompensate by driving a Ferrari. Tiramisu for late lunch at a nearby tratorria, and my pants don't fit.  Anymore.  They used to fit, its not like I originally bought illfitting pants.

No TrackBacks

TrackBack URL:

Leave a comment

About this Entry

This page contains a single entry by allan published on June 13, 2010 1:43 PM.

March 9th was the previous entry in this blog.

is the next entry in this blog.

Find recent content on the main index or look in the archives to find all content.