PSF and the Euro

I have zero blogging material. Less than zero.

While it should be spring and we should be out frolicking among the blooming flowers, it has actually been cold. And rainy. And we've been suck inside doing the same old stuff we have for the few months.

Y'all have already seen pictures and heard stories about that. It's old news. So, as a result, I have no blogging material.

So instead you're getting a story about my brother while on our Italy trip.

While in Italy, my parents, brother Andy, and I decided to take a day trip to Gubbio while my brother, Ben, and Alex chillaxed at the villa.

Gubbio was awesome. We took this topless bird-cage like cable car to the top of the mountain.

We were really high up and the view was cool.

This is my dad pretending to fall off the edge. Hilarious, no?

And this is the patron saint of Gubbio, Ubaldo. Despite the fact that he has been dead since the 1100s, his body is in remarkable condition. It is considered one of his miracles.

When we got back, we walked into the villa to find the table covered in an empty wine bottle and many empty beer bottles and these drunks dudes engrossed in a bocce tournament.

Later on we went out for dinner and enjoyed some conversation that drove my dad crazy interesting conversation. At one point during dinner, Ben caught a little bug flying around and asked what we would give him if we ate it.
(Yes, this is a true story.)
So, I said a Euro.
Apparently, he'll do anything for a Euro.


(This is Ben holding the prized Euro)

So, what would you do for a Euro?


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