Dad and I ditched the dead weight and continued our journey North, into the tourist masses of central Europe during the summer. We started with a very expensive train ride through the mountains of Northern Italy to Madrid. Continue reading Oooh, that’s a bingo! Is that the way you say it? “That’s a bingo?” →

Since this is primarily for my family, I’ve been really bad about writing this one, because after all they were all there. So here I am, like 8 months later vividly and accurately recalling all the good times we had without aid from anything but my memory. And by that, I mean reconstructing what we did from these pictures (most pictures that I have stolen from the family). Continue reading You write, I tour, we make it work →