MERCI AND GRAZIE
We’ve been in Europe for about four or five days now, but it seems like we’ve experienced a lifetime. Most likely this is because that’s how long it takes any of us to ask a question. All we know how to do is say thank you in French and Italian. It’s pitiful. The Montreux Jazz Festival in Switzerland alone seemed like it took a week, but we were only there for about 48 hours. Nice town, bad water. Also, a drive through the Swiss Alps and Northern Italian countryside that was supposed to take 3-and-a-half hours, according to Cyril Cornaro, started on one day and ended on the next. Aaron Reed and Ben Greenwood are here, Greenwood is shredding, Aaron is hitting rock bottom. Actually, Aaron has hit rock bottom. He told me last night he hated me more than the Colonials hated the British. It’s all uphill from here. Fabrizio Bennelli and Patrick Cometto live here in Cervia, Italy, as well as photographer Thomas Gustafson. It is a most unlikely place for a wakeboarding/wakeskating scene, but the Americans are happy because it’s near a topless beach. There is even rumor that we may have a Francois Roy sighting later this weekend. Ben would just like to add, “Wow, Italy.” More later.