G-Force Italian wedding inspired Fred & I to extend our trip. The lack of quality time spent together just two of us (without Pebbles) is our main problem. Bologna, Firenze, in May. Rather perfect. Rather sexy.
Flying high:
We stayed at The Social Hub – both in Bologna & Firenze
it was our centre if we spun away:
Italian breakfast, perfecto:
Look at this non-drinker having a cold beer:
My hair was perfect, my mood was joyful,
I felt like million bucks:
Bye-bye, Bologna.
Hello, Firenze:
Beyonce – Renaissance:
He's reconsidering his role as an Instagram/blog husband:
For us, the peasants, everything felt so majestic:
Strike a pose, show the v-sign:
I'm the Florence to his machine:
Finally, we can cover our muscles:
My point of view:
Yummy in our tummy:
Italy is best when you're not in a hurry and constantly hungry:
I had pasta for lunch, dinner and second dinner:
The Dalmatian in Italy:
The dad is judging:
The peak of our trip: Gucci Garden,
a store with one-of-a-kind items + museum of fashion archives:
A 12 year old girl among pieces she cannot afford:
Fashion is my incurable disease:
A real-life kaleidoscope:
Fred honestly enjoyed it as well:
There is nothing more Instagrammable than this:
The power of Gucci Wilma:
After seeing all the €€€, I went where I belong
the second-hand shop:
Never getting lost, when Duomo di Firenze is in sight:
We were not bored:
Hygge / mys:
Swinger at Social Hub:
Babae Florence was the best food experience we had:
Never too much Italian food:
Liquid lunch:
The basic white girl likes the spring temperatures,
since I would melt away during the sweaty summer:
Still the sexiest man alive
and my emergency contact 4ever:
Off to G-Force wedding:
When you have to fly home during Eurovision.
"Hello, Europe!":
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