We are back stateside now and I've put together some silliness from the trip...
Ben realized we had manual transmissions in Europe so he asked to learn how to drive stick. It was a rental and it was fully insured so off we went. Mike took the passenger seat and talked Ben thru it and I videotaped in the backseat. The car was a brand new Fiat 500, it had 9 km on it when I picked it up so the clutch didn't have any slop. He did great though and only burned up the clutch a few times. And now he can say he learned to drive stick in a French vineyard.
And here is Maggie dancing in Carcassonne.
And this is just bull-"pschitt".
This is why those Euros are so skinny.
This was in the 'gym' in our Paris hotel. Called Lippo-sculpt. Feel the burn Finn.
After so much lippo-sculpting, Ben angled for the largest dessert possible.
And a little bit more of Gaudi.
So after too many glasses of wine one night in a Barcelona restaurant Ben and I went back and forth a bit about him not running much anymore, lots of riding bikes, but no running, and a lot goldfish eating on the couch. So I bet him $100 that he couldn't run a mile in 8 minutes. And then everyone at the table started taking action on the bet and Ben stood to make almost $150. Not much of a challenge, but he'd been so sedentary lately, I thought I had a chance...he waited until the last (very hot) day in the South of France and...well watch to see who won.
And a final dose of crazy.
Au revoir!
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