The next day finds Kevin sleeping in a place that - well, Kevin would sleep.
And oh yeah - that IS a table cloth.

OK, I see the pattern.

Hanging in front of the Ponte Vecchio.

Arriving at lunch a little early, we decide to pick up a second bottle of wine, sit in front of the botanical gardens, and watch life and Italy pass by.

Life is beautiful.

After a big lunch (and more wine), we get a little thunderstorm.

Downtown, looking away from the Ponte Vecchio.

The famous bridge from the northwest.

Gelato!

Italy's answer to dogs playing poker?

If you're under 17 (or have... spent a lot of time in Provo/Salt Lake City), please skip right the next picture.
This is for your own good.
It is not offensive to you specifically, just offensive, in general.

Nice shirt! (Sorry, Joe, I couldn't find one for you!)

Rainbow on the way back.

What a drive!

Mr. Rhoades and Sarah (Abigail's positively delightful sister!)

Tomorrow, the Rehearsal Dinner