Bimbo a Bordo

Was walking through town today on a sketching assignment and a sign posted on the back of a car cought my eye. "Bimbo a Bordo". And I'm thinking, what lame mullet sporting shmuck (Italy has gone mullet mad) would drive a car with that plastered on their car. Then I realized that "Bimbo a Bordo" doesn't refer to a plethora of loose women. But is in stead Italian for "Baby on Board". Oops!

Am spending my off time (when not frantically trying to cram my head full of 1500 years of architecture history) trying to get to the Palio horse race in Sienna. That's the crazy one where everyone dresses up in Medieval pagentry, wears crazy colourful costumes, and flies a billion Medieval style banners. It's also the one where ANYTHING goes. You want to kidnap your rivals jockey? Sure. Steal his horse? Go for it. You want to wack at him with a big stick while you're racing. No problem. Unfortunately it looks like we might miss it as the last train for Aulla leaves at 5:40pm a good solid hour before the actual race begins. There is an overnight train that is mighty tempting. It gets me in at 7:30am on the Monday morning... I mean... it's not like I need to use my brain for school or anything. ;)