The Day at Artiguns
Just feet outside our front door, one of the top art festivals in the entire country set up shop for the weekend. We started our day off, well, first at the barber (that's another story), and then here at Artigras, on the streets of our little Abacoa community, admiring the (ultra-expensive) works of some of America's finest artists. Oh, such class! Such sophistication!
End: sophistication.
The art was nice and all, but maybe nothing is more beautiful (at least to Adam) than a mangled up piece of leftover target. Haha! And when we discovered that Greg had never shot a gun before, our day turned immediately from soft music and whimsical paintings to loud bangs and gun smoke.
Bad to the bone. Da na na na na!
B-B-B-B-Bad!
I'm getting better and better. Only because I have the best teacher! Watch out for this girl, bad guys.
Correction:
Watch out for this group, bad guys.
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