Philip Doyle, Shan, and I. Quite the character Mr. Doyle was. And very Irish.
Shan thinks this is brautwurst number 3, but she's not sure. Please don't overlook the Coca Light in her hand. Oh, the irony!
Dancing on stage! Probably the coolest thing ever. Mom, don't lie, you totally would have done this. And you probably would have thrown in a few cartwheels just for kicks.
Ugh. I'm glad to be studying in Italy where wine, rather than beer, is the cultural drink of choice.
We met a group of people from New Zealand. Hilarious.
The girls! How outnumbered we were.
Salute!
The view from the balcony we repeatedly got kicked off of. Reserved shmreserved.
Shan healing her sore throat. I'm fairly certain Ikea is responsible for the Wombat decor.
At Wombats! I loved this lima-beanbag.
Shan, Meg, and I. Trio picture number 1.
Tamara, Shan, and I. Trio picture number 2.
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