Our first activity after getting off the bus was to buy tickets for a boat ride. 
The weather was fantastic and the ride was quite nice, except that I was treated to about two hours of Rowan saying, "Do you think that's George Clooney's house?"After the boat ride, we ate lunch at a restaurant right on the lake, where the pigeons kept us close company.
Rowan ordered a "Canadian" sandwich (it had smoked salmon), and I ordered a cheeseburger. Apparently, we were feeling very North American.Then we walked toward this thing.
I don't really know what it is.Then we went into town to look at a large church.
Outside, this guy was working on a giant painting.
Before we entered the church, we were greeted by this sign.
The pictures seem to translate as "no Scottish terriers," "no ice cream cones," "no cigarettes," "no radio-controlled graphing calculators," "no large-breasted women," "no skinny white guys in wife-beater-style tank-tops," "no mini-skirts," and "no short-shorts."Before we got on the bus for the trip home, we got some graniti, which is Italian for "slushie drink." Rowan got some mix of strawberry and kiwi, and I got mint. It was tasty, but mine was a radioactive green in color. It dyed my tongue green. You can't really tell here, but that's why I'm sticking out my tongue.
Then we got on the bus and went home. And ate pasta. One can only avoid Italian food for a little while here.
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