A quaint view of Venice.
And the tour group waiting
at the crosswalk at the
Arabian border. Paris is
just behind the camera.
While Blucky and Pinkerton get to spend weeks and months traveling the world this summer, I’ve had to settle for the 24 hour whirlwind tour. Venice, Paris, Arabia, Rome — everything you might want to see, without the troubles associated with actual travel.
Here, we have me receiving the blessing of Lenin’s ghost.
Not only did you escape the rigors of actual travel, but you also avoided the stagnant water and pigeons of Venice.
This is way too short an entry. It should be called “Serapio Goes To Vegas” and be set to music, possibly the Beach Boys.
2 questions:
1. Why doesn’t Lenin’s ghost have a head? It seems like he needs a head to know who he’s blessing.
2. Did you win 10,000 in a slot machine? I watched a Brazilian soap opera about that, so I know it happens in America. (the girl in the soap opera was so happy she cried and cried and then used the money to buy a marriage so she could stay legally in the country. That is just an idea in case you don’t know what to do with your winnings).
Red hat girl, you may notice that there are a zillion more words in this post than in my previous post, and besides, a picture is worth a thousand words, and I had a terrible time getting these three to line up right.
Tia, I believe Lenin had the unfortunate uh fortune of standing around Moscow during a time when it was popular to remove communist heads of state. And no, my gambling winnings weren’t enough to buy a marriage, but they still let me stay in the country.
Oooh, “a zillion more words” ! Hyperbole! There is hope for you yet dear Serapio.