Posts tagged James
Posts tagged James
Venice: out of the corner of his eye, James spied a boat on the horizon.
Rome: me and James in the gardens of Villa Borghese.
Tuscany: this is James. Hello, James! James’ best friend is Ombre the cat, the resident pet at our villa.
Pisa: James got attacked by a bug and I laughed and Matt was unfazed.
Pisa: me, James and Matt at the very top of the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
Tuscany: spot the difference- me, James and Matt on the church steps in San Gimignano.
Wednesday 27th marked our first day in Tuscany. The 34 degree temperature was a welcome change from THE ETERNAL IGLOO that is Melbourne.
In the late afternoon we drove into the city of San Gimignano which my brothers quickly realised was a setting of the Assassin’s Creed game. Queue infinite references as we walked around the cobbled streets. Definitely added a certain something to the atmosphere of the centuries old city. Above are three of the best shots I got of them being fuck knuckles.
Alright stop, anecdote time: a woman at a service station rattled of an entire sentence to Matt in Italian, and since he was so shocked the first thing he could think of to do… was point at his mouth, and shake his head. Just glorious.
Charmonix: me, James and Matt half way up Mont Blanc.
The family Christensen: first, we take over this mountain. Then… THE WORLD.
Charmonix: James at the top of Mont Blanc with an ice penis.
The look of slight pain comes from the fact that it was starting to burn his hands.
Dull Airport Shennanigans.
There have been just enough mishaps so far for me to decide that our trip is not cursed; if nothing had gone wrong so far, that’s the sign of when to panic. It’s like having a good dress rehearsal- you just know you’re in for a bad opening night.
Fortunately, our family has experienced: 2 false starts while in the taxi having forgotten something, 1 wallet loss (and subsequent recovery) and 3 crying babies on the initial flight. While it may sound like a 5th grade math problem, thus! Our trip has begun.
Matt was the inaugural recipient of the La Dick Faccia title- if you cock up in a particularly tourist-y way, the title is bequeathed to you. Matt’s stirring victory was the result of the aforementioned wallet loss… before we’d actually left Melbourne soil.