This past week I took some time out from Italia to visit my home town, the place where my family originates and where most of them still live. (It is Stranraer and the surrounding area in SW Scotland, for the interested

) Anyhoo, here are a few pictures:
The car I whored about in for the week:
The house where my Dad and his entire family were raised (all 11 of them):
Fallen headstone from a haunted cemetary, where my great-Grandfather was the gravedigger:
The place is hidden out in the country, a private dwelling for the deceased of a rich rich family which died out a hundred years ago. It's a well documented place for being haunted and rumour has it my great grandfather often talked to the ghosts and as such his bloodline (i.e ME!) are immune from being haunted.
A plaque from the cemetaries vault:
A stone from a house my great-great Aunty once lived in (now in a museum)
For the un-initiated, it means "Execute Vengeance on the Wicked" - Which I thought was most cool.
Orb:
AND me, before departing. (The Mario shirt was purely for the benefit of Mah

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My Hairy Scottish leg (for a certain European who digs hairy legs

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My feet (and crotch): (
MARTIN! The blue shirt I'm wearing is one of those Lame Tourist shirts with GOTEBORG written on it, picked up from Nordstan or whatever the mall was called

)
AND finally, this reminded me of DNB:
I had a really good time, I'm back in Italy now but being in the place where the energy and spirits of my family come from made me feel really
connected to my life and this planet. That's sorta lame, but I felt it none the less

Rawk on, chappies and lassies.