Our luxury digs in Split.
Posted: August 27, 2013
Russian robber barons, everywhere.
Can I have your cookie?
Fitting right in.
Tree options in the parking lot.
Fitness peer pressure.
A healthy thing, really.
Our sherpa, the other Gio. Thanks, dude!
When you're on these trips you often soon lose grasp of where exactly you are. Does this help?
Hmm. Something's missing.
Ok, there we go.
Pfanner, ollieing everything in sight.
Tit-high bar options.
Gunning for an Oscar.
Somehow they reached detente.
This little guy was talking mad shit, too.
So close to victory.