Bar Hopping

Here is my first beer, and french frys at my first bar. And the two nice men that gave Maria and I free shots of something fuity and yummy. This bar was pretty American (it is called the Williams) but it was still a lot of fun and there were quite a few locals.
Though there were these two guys from Rome who for some reason I think they believed they were coming home with us so we slipped out the other door when we said we'd meet them out side while we paid our bill. I woke up the next morning still laughing, how often do you think Italian boys get completely ditched by American women?






Hello provocative graffiti teddy bear.




These are some of the girls from Belgium we met at our second weekend.








Maria and I looking more sober then we were.







Maria doing drunken cartwheels in the street.