I felt like pinching myself on more than one occasion... though the nips of the mosquitos were a reminder that, yes, it was all real.
and it brought some great views...
At least he wasn't in the "banana hammock" that was de rigueur for men of his age/build/nationality.
F and J, all covered up to protect against dive-bombing mosquitos.
Did I mention that we ate like royalty? J's famous chicken wings, L's ribs marinated in honey from her dad's bees, delicious burgers and salads and a homemade green sauce that Alice Waters would have dreams about. Oh, and limoncello and grappa and prosecco and...
But look how cute he is!
Though try as we might, there was no George (or Matt Damon or Leo) sighting.
We even looked from the boat (his is the dense green patch at the middle), but he's quite covered and clearly wants his privacy.
I can tell you that George probably has some pretty funny footage of us nearly pushing his bell and haranguing him on the way home one night. Oh, George. Next time come over for a limoncello so we can make it up to you?
Thanks for teaching me how to call someone a name in Italian, you bastard double-parker!
Just to remember YOU to let us know you don't take credit cards, either!