Some images from Francavilla, a resort town near Pescara on the Adriatic. We spent a couple of half days with the Celestini gang on our way to Verona.
This one's for Greg: Euro Identity Crisis
Christopher, Paolo, and Ricardo on the "scagli" (skah'-yuh-lee), stone burms built out in the sea to create shallow pools on the beachside. We all went out later and dove off the rocks. No injuries.
Riley eating a fresh fig, with obvious great enthusiasm.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
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This is clearly the fine physique and fine cuisine post. Looks like Riley is going to stick with figs "newton style". How did it taste, Riley?
How beautiful. Are you guys excited to go "home" at all after this? I don't know if I would be. The figs look a little gross. I'm not going to lie.
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