Back in Lago and Arrivederci Italy! (4/4)

I cannot even describe how amazing trip it was, money well spent. Italy just took my heart and ran away with that piece of shit *checks the Italian language courses as she is writing this*. I understood even more how much I love Erik and Laura, why we no live in the same country?!? Don't get me even started with Fred...I LOVE YOU MORE THAN GELATO! 

So it is quite appropriate to end the Italy chapters on my last day of vacation. As I am on my way to Stockholm covered with winter garments it is so bloody nice to look back on the bikini weather and lack of clothes. The last chapter of Italy is named "And then there was three" because Fred left us a bit earlier and continued his holiday in Helsinki airport. Erik, Laura and I went back to Como to do some gym, tan and laundry.

The future is so bright it burns our eyes:

Two whales on the streets of Saronno:

The best twist of Italy:

"A minute on your lips

lifetime on your hips...aaaaah fuck it":

Embrace yourselves – an accident on a mountainous road means hours of complete standstill.

Luckily the car near us listened Linkin Park feat. Jay Z and in the end it doesn't even matter:

We arrived back to Como, where Fred and I began our Italy trip.

Such much wow place, must show Erik & Laura:

I know size does not matter, however we were spoiled with big balconies

and our new apartment had a teeny-weeny one:

The Pope says: "Oki-doki":

NII ILUS VÄÄ?!:

The girls being all pretty 

(Laura has her chastity belt key with):

Mr.Torbik on vacation:

Then the Mister took the ladies to a Fish restaurant.

Where do the fish live? *points to the Como lake*:

3 litres of vino later...:

Walking home 50 meters was drunk while being tough *hic*.

Cosmos:

The next day the girlfriends went to a SPA:

1.Ready...

2....set...

3....STARFISH!

The moment before I read on wikipedia how deep is lake Como.

A girl who cannot swim, shouldn't be that happy:

Ciao amico!:

*insert words here, I'm breathless*

Sadly it was time to fly over the Alps, back home again:

The story of the North Pole:

Chill Levanto, tasty Bolonga, romantic Venice and crazy Foals. (3/4)

Alrrrrrrrright and now something completely different, 

the Italy part three is here! *standing ovations*

This time the culmination and the reason of the trip took place,

 the bloody wonderful Foals concert at Asolo happened. 

The day before the concert and trip to the East side of Italy, we took it really chill.

My arm hair started to have a life on their own:

The awkward moment, when the Airbnb mansion was so pretty

however I forgot to take pictures inside. The balcony was such a dominatrix: 

The breakfast is served:

We spent the whole day at Levanto beach trying out the Mediterranean sea, which was so unusually salty. After coming out from the water, the skin was covered with white powder. Although a non-swimmer as I am, I floated so much better there and did not die. WIN! :

Ilus keha,

ainult tisse tuleks teha:

The riposo (Italian siesta).

Everything is closed between 1pm -5pm and the only place that welcomes you is vineyard:

Even the dog is like: "Why ju no sleepy?! It's riposo time!"

Taaduga riposotamas. 

(here you can see that L'ago is a small village on a mountain top):

Local Italian life is awesome.

Most of the L'ago doors had keys sitting in the keyholes:

We spent a lot of our time in the car,

that evening the fat kids were on their 3h "Let's find gelato" trip:

Our next rental car:

Görlfriends!:

The lack of gelato in her life is unbearable:

*Warning! The next two photograph might contain romantic sexual moments.*

Tastes like love:

Smells like love:

Every year we win the best boyfriend/girlfriend prize in our own category.

Now we took home the best travel companions award.

QUATRO!: 

FINALLY!!! After 3h and several kilometers,

gelato time! O-nom-nom-nomm:

"It's getting hot in here" (sing with Nelly's voice):

The next day we woke up early to take the 300km drive to Venice and Asolo.

We stopped at Bolonga and even the most random restaurant served delicious pizza.

Erik just swiped a tear: 

Riding the Venice horsy:

As the Venice is a cliché capital of romance and we saw several pretty depressed wedding couples (no really they wanted to kill themselves in their white dresses),

we wanted to show how it is really done.

FACE DOWN ASS UP!:

YAAAAS QUEEN!:

Where's the smelly and overcrowded Venice I read about?

"Just eat it":

Mom, I'm in Venice!:

That's amore!

Strike a pose:

70% of the trip I was on Fred's shoulders:

35 degrees makes you bouncy: 

The pigeons were owning the local mafia:

Venice was nice for few hours,

but old people as we are, we enjoy quiet and lovely L'ago more:

Bye-bye Venice:

Next stop AMA music festival and meeting again with Foals

 (we lost Foals virginity in Copenhagen 2015 September).

The whole trip started with us buying the cheap 12€ tickets to see Foals.

WHAT A GOOD IDEA!

This time I left my camera in the car, gave all my belongings to Laura and moshed like I have never moshed before. I mean, Fred and I jumping around...IT WAS THE MOST ROMANTIC THING WE HAVE EVER DONE! He caught me when I fell and our body's were dirty and sweaty. Sounds like a beginning of a XXX movie.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moshing

Credit: DeerWaves

Oh, and what went down?

Yannis stage-dived and I caught him!!!

I mean my hands were among those who touched him!

LOOK HERE! BEST MOMENT EVER! NEVER GONNA WASH MY HANDS!:

Although I lost something very precious that night, 

it was still the coolest event to tell the grandkids!

TOTAL LIFE FOREVER!

TO BE CONTINUED...