I love Italians.

Or more accurately, Hungarian-Italians that work at a specific Italian restaurant that I LOVE. I took a liking to ravioli lately, but mainly because I generally adore cheese and butter. After eating, the waitress let me ride a motorcycle around the restaurant and even raced me on a yellow one! It was so fun, and totally inappropriate for such a formal setting, but whatever, the place was empty.

Green suits me well, I think. 

And today, I played in my tent and ate more cheese! Le Président is my fave! Getting ready for France!