Moving to Paris (Part 1)

“I ended up taking lots of photos of sentimental items like my favorite Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt, hilarious poems about my love for whales, my diary from when I was 10 years old, a series of Rick Astley sketches and my dad’s Dolfin shorts.”

Time For a Meltdown

“We were walking back to the car and it finally happened. We’d been waiting for this the whole trip.”

Lovely Livorno

“We played football on the checkerboard boardwalk and marveled at the aquamarine waves crashing just feet away from us.”

The Professor, Patricia and Pisa

“A couple months ago my friend Mike posted on Facebook that he was receiving emails from a complete stranger describing this man’s travels in Italy.”

Rain and Rainbows

“I’m not used to all this rain. It’s been so dry in Southern California for years. We just get a sprinkle here and there. Anyway, the Tuscan rain has got me thinking.”

Getting Lost in Italy

“We were driving home towards Crespina and of course we got lost. Even with maps and a general sense of where you are going, Tuscany is not easy to navigate.”

Under the Tuscan Sunset

“We drove up a long driveway lined with cypress trees and found what looked like a large peach villa up on the hill. We could barely see anything but we had a feeling we were in a beautiful place.”

Au Revoir, Paris

“He looked at the statue of the huntress, who happened to be topless, and said, ‘That IS Grandma.'”

Time After Time

“If you’re lost, you can look and you will find me…”

Home Sweet Home

“Imagine a guy with a very soft, soothing voice with the pitch of David Beckham and a German accent saying the name Eva (pronounced Ay-vah) over and over again.”

The Day My Butt Went Crazy

“We flipped through the TV channels and we found a cartoon in French about a detached derrière.”