Seattle to Italy (Milan, Colico, Venice), Austria (Villach, Keutschach am See), Slovenia (Bled), Italy (Montebelluna, Venice, Barano/Murano, Pozzuolo del Friuli, Montepulciano, Rome), back to Seattle in 17 days. The first part of the trip was Union meetings, second part was business planning and the third part was a week with the wife on her first trip ever to Euroland. Click
Right before I left, I got a physical. If your over 40, you know what happened here.
Joni and Hor Hey with some apres meeting Peroni's.
Saturday night at the indoor go-kart track.
Gums made us a couple of driving enhancers.
Shit got real, real quick and I was regretting the enhancers.
BBQ at Martys, with ran dumb bush pee'r off in the shrubbery. 9 bottles of wine later.
Off to Awe-Stee-Ah for more meetings and had some wiener looking like vegetables.
There's some molds right there. See that Tree Hunter?
Ultrafears ready to ship.
Schnapps were served.
Got on a Ski Nautique for a taxi ride to a lake front restaurant.
Just a couple dudes on one seat.
Played with a couple of Austrian horses on some farmland.
U2 album cover.
The BEST host in the business. Michi Kohlman.
Panoramic view from the top.
Dude shot. I'm shitting my pants being this close to the railing too. Windy as all hell here.
HorHey thru the tube.
Off to Kohlmans uncles schnapps making operation.
We tasted every flavor he had. I think 12 flavors or so...
This is what a schnapps hangover looks like at the top of a Slovenian castle called Bled.
This guys still lurking around Europe.
Work week was done, and time to meet the wife in VeNICE.
Went to a glass blowing studio and the dude whipped us out this stallion in a matter of minutes.
Afternoon hombre's in Burano.
Out of Venice to Tuscany on a 4.5 hour drive for this. The worlds most famous butcher.
5 courses of meat.
Front row seating too.
Downstairs was were the magic happened, in the butcher shop.
And this is the butcher.
Fiat 500, JLo style, with some added NW flair.
Some famous stadium
Rome bike shop. This is the store. 100 sq feet.
Pepe at M.C. Moto d'Epoca Roma grabbed us off the street and showed us his collection.
I'll take that red one.
Some domed church with a hole in the center or something.
Saturday, jet lag? Nah, lets go ride bikes boys and jump the shit out of them. I'm sure I'll be fine.