ROME – CASTEL SANT’ANGELO

I do my best to categorize all the different posts. In fact it is quite simple as long as I avoid the human error factor.
Here you will find the posts I uploaded while we are not traveling with our boat or camper and doing other boring things.
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It’s my third time in Rome and it gets more impressive every time.
Almost at home and just enough time for a quick visit to my favorite hairdresser in Harlingen. The difference is unprecedented. The left one is before and the right one the result. Boy, how handsome can one be.
You don’t have to be a genius to have noticed something is missing on this page lately. Uhm, you did noticed it, right? I just wanted to try something different so I bought an anti-color filter for my iphone and started testing it. I have to admit it’s amazing, you can even rephotograph old images. Call me if you’re also interested, definitely worth the money. Just kidding of course, I’m not going to tell you.
I guess you’re wondering now if the effect of gray tones that deviate up and down on this site will influence my blogs. Please don’t worry about the unprecedented level of my thoughts, they will always remain colorful.
I don’t feel like doing anything. Have to tidy up the camper a bit. Could do some administration or a few minor repairs in the shed. The 1wheelfloatinglady needs some attention. Don’t feel like going for a walk or a testride on my E-bike. Still have two weeks to hit the road with the 4wheelmachine. I think I’ll just sit and wait for it to rain again.
Do you think there are already any sea bass?
It may sound a bit odd, but i waxed my crotch, my pant’s crotch that is. I’m not sure if it does any good, but if it’s getting freezing cold next week it might prevent my balls from falling of. Did I tell you about the average low temperatures in Sweden at the moment? No? Well, forget about it, we changed plan. We’re leaving for Austria tomorrow 🙂
But back to the waxing-thing. While I was working on it, i couldn’t help it that my thoughts wandered to my Gibraltar-dude-friend. Did he foresaw a serious injury and was he scratching his balls to warn me? We’ll probably never know.