To the end

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Apologies for the lack of updates, but the drive toward the end of the season is always a crazy one.

Epic beach trip to Castiglione della Pescaia happened, and even though it was gorgeous, the only picture I took was of my excellent seafood pizza. Shows where my priorities have turned as of late.

There was a return trip to Massa Marittima and a successful entrance into the OPEN archaeological museum. The museum was a total waste of time, however. The whole thing smelled like a bathroom, and there was actually a display on spelunking (spelling?) complete with dummies hanging from the ceiling as if rapelling off the wall. Photos would have been taken, but closed circuit cameras and a grumpy museum front desk person prevented me from doing so.

Key: Purchased Italian orange road worker pants. Best. Pants. Ever.

And most importantly, last night was Boozeball. Many pairs of orange pants were worn. Many terrible beers were consumed. Many terrible beers were used to spray down people. Typical boozeball shennanigans.

Tonight is our staff dinner. It will not be in a restaurant. There is a spit and a suckling pig on deck. Fire building will begin at noon.

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Photos

Pizza ai frutti di mare
Seafood pizza at Castiglione.

Neolithic Italy
Photo taken of Massa Marittima diorama while pressed against the wall behind the security camera.

San Galgano Hammock Bar
Best find of the summer: Prosecco while in a hammock.

What?
On a jacket at the store where we bought orange pants.

Shennanigans
Boozeball 2009. Bases: boxes from beer. Ball: soccer. Bat: Pickaxe handle.