Digging in the ruin.

These arches are all over the town during festivals.

He was watching the band, and too funny
to not take a picture.

Italy has festivals for every occasion imaginable. In the last two weeks there have been three major town-side nights of partying and shenanigans. They also have the habit of constant fireworks during the day. All day long it sounds like there is a war going on, complete with puffs of white smoke issuing from the mountain side. They do fireworks right. The first night we went to a real festival the fireworks were so intense as to be frightening.

Simon, Beniot, Gavin.

      Also of note, as of this moment, in the middle of this post, my head has officially become bald. Due to a haircut gone pranked, I no longer have any hair at all. My head is very white and lumpy.