I'm Wilma. Girl. No dragon tattoo. I love theatre, fashion, music that makes me orgasm and taking pictures. I have split myself between three places (London-Stockholm-Tallinn), but my current hub is Tallinn. Wherever my circus goes, there's always a party. If the party does end, I watch cat videos and blog about it all. Check out my yearly summaries below to get to know me a bit better. Header: Mandel Photography

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Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Cinque Terre, La Spezia a.k.a. true Italian experience. (2/4)

Embrace yourselves endless Italy pictures coming up.
 The chapter two includes settling into our Airbnb mansion (which was beyond amazing), being an annoying tourist at Cinque Terre and finally after that coming home late and tired we were invited to Italian "End of the summer" dinner, the most coolest Italiano experience ever (I just have to use quote marks, since ending of the summer is still warmer than hottest day in Estonia).

The view from our balcony was even better in the daylight, so we all cried a little over the beauty
which lead to serious dehydration so water tanking was in order. 
Polar bears aren't used to with this oven situation: 

The moment when you live in England and it has rained two months in a row =
Erik is slightly emotional, since he didn't remember how the Sun looked like:

Is it a girl? Is is a reflector? Not sure, so white and shiny that hard to tell..

Then the normal people turned into tourists and we went to explore Cinque Terre, 
the five coastal towns that are only accessible by train or on foot.
Monterosso al Mare:

Wilma, Laura, Erik and a Random Douche:

As we saw an Italian and a Russian having a word-fight (one screaming in Italian and other in Russian) on the train, we realised that those two cultures are very similar to each other. 
So squat was in order:

"We promise that we had deodorant on,
it just vaporised away!":

The Noah's arc,
the double trouble:

I wonder how much pee is floating in these waters?:

Ciao Vernazza!:

No vino in 8h,
hands start to shake.
*klong* klong* klong*:

They are embarrassed that they didn't have the classical chequered tourist outfit on,
also the sweat rings they had weren't big enough: 

"Mina kivikuningas,
sina sitalabidas!":

White girl is turning pink.

Then we reached a hidden beach:

The stones were so hot that those legs and ass were on fire.
This girl in on fiiiirrreeeeee!:

Captain Dog is leading people into safety:

*they passed out the second after*:

Then we arrived to a town La Spezia.
Gym, tan and laundry:

We got totally lost there, 
all the taxi-drivers were having siesta,
English language was hard to find,
Erik's backpack was wrapped into safety plastic bag.
so much WTF??!,
bus-driver didn't want our money,

The lady in the background really needed some penis:

After all the adventures we arrived back to our small home villages and we got a knock on the the door, our hostess invited us to the church square for "End of the summer dinner" that the local people had made. 
A.k.a. unlimited wine and homemade Italian food:

Homemade ravioli,
we all came three times:

The whole L'ago + relatives from the neighbouring towns.
Our favourite 90 year old granny looks straight into the camera, 

These are the moments that if a lightning strikes you the next moment,
then whaaaatever, at least you died happy:

There always onu Heino at the party
who has this magical booze (Grappa 4ever!):

Another show from our balcony taken at midnight,
on the left you see a small lightning:


n+1 vino later...


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