Hope really can't stop thinking about 1849
While the weather reminded us of Scandinavia,
we were actually at the Norwegian Institute in Rome
Special view of St. Peter's and the Tiber
"Ciao, mi chiamo Joel"
Lindsey ponders Vatican correspondence,
or just wishes there was a chair.
We may never know what was bothering Betsy
That's more like it.
Mike gets the evil eye from Maya.
Long bus rides produce zany moments like this.