The Fisser Brothers Extravaganza

So I may have lied a bit to all of you blog followers. I promised a more in depth post about the rest of our experience in Florence and to get you up to speed on our Positano living. However, there is just too much to go over. So, I made an executive decision to cover the highlights and upload new pictures in this post. You're welcome. One second as I go back to my previous post to see where we left off... got it! So quick recap of Florence is in order. Day 1: arrive, check in, eat and then explore. Ended up at a great bar recommended by Tara (a work friend of Lauren's), who studied abroad there, right across from the Medici Chapel (San Lorenzo area). They start happy hour appetizers around 18:00 ... read more

Baby birds!!! By now you are full-grown adults but I still feel the need to feed you every now and then. I hope you don't mind, nay, rather enjoy this little feeding. The wife, Lauren Fisser, fka Lauren Shoemake aka Shoe, agreed to travel with me for 16 days across Italy. The trip started normally with us racing each other to see who could finish two beers the fastest at the airport. Of course, I won but Lauren was glowing and in high spirits. I hate to have a flashback already but I need to for what I perceive as a great story. As Lauren and I were waiting in line to print our boarding pass for our connecting London to Rome flight, past security mind you, at a majestic place called "American Airlines Customer Service ... read more

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

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 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