sorrento memento momento ... polenta

which one doesn't fit? which one is a corn-based vegan treat?

first of all, we're going to use this blog to declare our challenges and missions for the trip and keep our fans updated about their progress.

Challenge 1: Find Gennaro "The Snarling Dog" Gattuso's home in Corigliano Calabro, in southern Italy. meet his mother and get her signature on Gattuso memorabilia. (molly would like to add that she has absolutely no interest in this challenge)

more challenges in future posts ...

all the children woke up today past 2pm. oh no, molly "came up" at 1:30. mickey was bothered by mesquiti (pronounced, mes-KWEET-i in italian) in the night and had to rock the Stunner Shades to intimidate them and force them to leave. stunner shade pictures forthcoming.

molly is reading the greatest book in the world -- The Illusion of Conscious Will by Daniel Wegner -- and Mickey and and molly had a lengthy yardebate about science, free will, and human nature. molly agrees to disagree that she lost the debate.

first venture to downtown Sorrento -- or should we say, Sorrent-ho. Or should we say, Poorent-ho. no, actually because it wasn't poor. But ... Sorrent-man-ho. there were way too many greasy Luigii in town, mostly under the age of 13.

parking has been a major challenge, since we're rolling in a 9-seater Mercedes van and the streets are designed mostly for snakes and scooters (and snakes on a muthafuckin' scooter). really narrow. so ... finding a spot in sorrento was a 20-minute ordeal culminating in a heroic 9-point turn by Josh at the wheel.

mickey put on his Stunna Shades to roll through town (pictures of Stunna Shades forthcoming, Stunna Shades will always be capitalized unlike words like god and jesus)

Stunna Shades will always live in their own paragraphs. unlike complete thoughts.

mickey's first purchase in the town of sorrento was a 9-Euro Large Lager. Here is mickey taking his first sip:

and 1000 beer-calories (notice the freshly sprouted double-chin) later:

enter slur-rento. actually, we've all been sipping on multiple syrups and many bottles of wine but nobody's gotten drunk yet :-( maybe absynthe and some dehydration will do the trick.

we strolled to the port (where we're leaving to Capri on a HOVERCRAFT tomorrow) and then took 4th nap and had a photo shoot.

then we ate late dinner and successfully un-parked and amazingly made it home with no problem, and nobody was drunk yet!

sean went out in the street wearing his coal miner headlamp to call ol' girl ... but little did he know, it's actually illegal to roam the streets looking like a cat burglar








(not to be confused with trash cat (= brown blob next to pole))




... so, the cops rolled up on him and parked the police car and interrogated him in rapid fire italian. luckily, sean recognized a "dormir" in the italian and pointed to our villa and to his phone and avoided getting stuffed in the trunk. nice!

it was good day, maybe the best of days ... maybe

Fraternize.
Modernize.
Incrimin ... ize.