Viva Italia!

I am back (well, sort of, at least to Sacramento) from lovely Lake Tahoe, where we camped with bears, thunderstorms, and mosquitos as well as some lovely weather, great views, good food (we made pizza from scratch using a semi-improvised brick oven), great friends, movies under the stars, and an army of happy children.

While we were gone, Italy has marched on, making me hum that march over and over and over again.

Tomorrow we are off to Santa Cruz, and Portugal should be sending the Englisch back to their crummy little island, with their tails between their legs.

As for the Spanish, I would love to have mourned their loss, but until they give their current government the boot and reign in the Catalonians, HA HA. If you want to be the French, it is entirely acceptable to lose to them.

See you in two days.