The Fisser Brothers Extravaganza

Sorry to leave you in that suspense. We met up with Mack Haisten again in Barcelona and so you can infer, or deduce if you are Sherlock Holmes, that when Mack ran he survived. Also, I have to say it since I know Mack´s co-workers are reading this, the things I said in the last blog entry were slightly false, he is a good guy and a hard worker...when he wants to be. I feel like the entire point of this trip was the encierro and this blog is a tribute to it. We decided to awake at 530 since 1) we have never seen the running live and 2) we have never seen the running live. We arrived at the course around 630 and picked our spot on Estafeta about 300 meters from the bull ... read more

Alright baby birds, I can hear you chirping for more feeding all the away across the pond. So I am here to silence you for a bit. First off, I want to say I hope my buddies, one Joshua Raymond McNamara, wedding tomorrow goes well and she says I do, if she says I don´t meet us in Barcelona. I will say this post is occurring in the wonderful streets of Pamplona where the sangria flows like Niagra Falls, if you could drink all of the falls in Niagra. But before I speak of the wonders of this morning, I must talk about our "One night in Madrid". You might want to actually grab a glass, or better yet, bottle of Spanish vino because this blog may be somewhat long winded, "but I will make it ... read more

My old friends, my old baby birds, I am glad you are still folwing as umique as this blog is. I also understand ending a sentence in a prepositieon is not phenotically corect. Everyone was doing handstands and showíng their balancing skills, Doug lasted the longest (thats what she said) and I, as luck would have it, also got poopped on by a large pigeon but it is all good because being pooped on is considered good luck. oh my goodness, Doug is trying to type right now, and I realize I might not be the most exotic typer but I am doing the job. Triple D has been silenced. Lisbon hsd treated us right, and there are mant picrtures to attesrt to that pouintt. Mainly, MACK AND bRYce HAVE PASSSED OUT BUT dOUG AND I ... read more

alright, We arrived in Lisbon in one piece...well somewhat as Bryce was lost and incomplete without a retro 80s Chicago Bulls hat. But I will tell baby birds this is unprecendented as I am typing around 4 am with one, "Teach me how to Dougie" Doug proofreading this, so if any mistakes occur it is completely on him. Anywho, we are safe in Lisbon as long as ´Mack avoids streets with any cars in the street because he just walks across like any other gypsy. One James McCoy Haisten is by far the most American of us, which puts us to shame at times. As he escalates his voice and points indirectionally, we all feel less American. As I have stated before, Bryce,s rhetoric has saved us, mainly because no one speaks Portuguesue but they they ... read more

Alright ladies and gentlemen, or should I bring it back to calling you baby birds, I am going to stick with biby birds. It is time I introduce the next expedition: the Western Conquest of Europe (including the running of the bulls in Pamplona). Along for the ride or run, making up wolf pack numero dos, if you will, is (drum roll please) one Douglas Duffey. The man from the Northwest bringing the talents of oyster shucking, snow shoeing, leaf raking, and most of all navigating oceans will be vital in this expedition. There will also be Bryce Stirton all the way from the only state to look like a kitchen appliance, Oklahoma. Bryce's bravery and most of all ingenuity will cause us to somehow outsmart the large angry bulls we are running away from with ... read more

Alright baby birds, by now I have shoved you off your nest to fly on your own but it is time, finally I finish this blog and I hope you still are hungry. It has been awhile, I know but life gets busy once back in the states but do not fret, I drank my favorite Chianti from Italy (straight out of the bottle) to relive what it was like and the mood we all shared in this wonderful blog. To recap (I know I dropped the ball on the timing) we have not yet discussed Prague, Krakow, Berlin and the last leg of Amsterdam and I must warn you that my brother across the country (in Arizona) will upload all these pictures this weekend, if he is a man of his word. So to preface, ... read more

I know reading the title may seem daunting to you now, but as I sit in berlin´s JetPack Hostel (minus the jet pack) watching a Jet Li movie in German it will not be as overwhelming as that, I promise this post will be short and to the point with some puns, as yall might be expecting, in here. First off, there was Rome, where unfortunately, James Hunter McCoy Haisten and this Fisser wolf pack managed to miss each other by mere minutes. When it comes to speaking about Rome, I feel like Forrest Gump. We were on our feet most of the day, but Brandons used to that-working the streets and all-constantly seeing sights. We arrived and started the day like most of our days, missing a walking tour, so we decided to buy a ... read more

Baby birds, really quickly these are the pictures from Cinque Terre that we have on this memory card. Don't get down and sad but get glad that we got delayed at a train station with a really slow computer that crashes every 10 seconds. Also, there are more pictures for those who wish to see them but it takes far too much time to do this. I hope everyone is looking at these and making this blog and yourselves a national phenomena. Enjoy, Boats and Hoes... read more

Baby Birds, I have somehow put you aside and have neglectedyour needs to hear from us and for that I apologize. I know your yearning and reliability on us but I just like to push the limits. Last time we posted we were actually in Interlaken but if you read and you better have, with some waffle fries, we were actually in Interlaken. Currently, we are in Roma and have been walking through fields of wheat leaving the ranks of slave to one of the most beloved pair of brothers in rome. But back to the topic of this post, Interlaken. All we can say is that the Fisser Brothers got their adrenaline fix there but are starting to get the itch again...So back to the adventure, we arrived in Interlaken, population 5290, according to lonely ... read more