Where we met with Filip and switch cars in the shadow of Mont Blanc, John gets out for a "stretch" and to air out his ass.

Yes, swirling through the air above that desolate road, those are the graceful feet of a dancer, a very drunk dancer.

Upon arriving in Pisa and finding a parking place John and Reid hop out of the car and into some alternative transportation.

So much goodness: breakfast/lunch on our first day.

Filip uses my plate as a way-station on his way to ferrying some gravy from the pan to his plate.

Salad, a chunk of salty breadishness, and slice of pork roasted with rosemary

These strawberries were cookbook cover perfect.

Pasta handmade with more more love than I ever deserved.

Lemon trees flush with fruit in the garden adjoining their home.

As advertised, the little garden courtyard next to Guilia's home hosts turtles, and here John corners one of the sly terrapin.

The rumors are to be believed, this turtle was not hard to catch (once it was spotted)

The Scuola Normale Superiore in Piazza dei Cavalieri

Giulia and Filip in front of Santo Stefano dei Cavalieri in Piazza dei Cavalieri

Ha ha ha! Good lord, look at what that woman is doing! I hope they catch that on film! It's comedy gold.

The cathedral isn't the model of level and parallel lines that you might hope either.

Watch out Giulia! (I need to photoshop in some action lines on the other side of the tower, but since I'm too lazy to bother I leave them to you.)

I know nothing about this image. That day seemed suspiciously short; it makes me wonder about the lump on my head.

Filip and Reid check out some 'chucks just across from the shoddy tower. Later Reid returned to statiate his need kung-fu-fighting needs. He's a consumer whore, and how!