We lost the Mastachone again! And by we… I mean I. I thought it was in our hotel room in Paris, but apparently not. I think I left it on the train from the airport to Paris. I can just picture it being “destroyed” by bomb squad members. So delicious. Such a waste!
One of Brad’s family member’s said that you couldn’t travel with Mastachone. We thought that he was talking about it losing it’s freshness… now we think that it must be cursed! “If you can get it out of Abruzzo you sure as hell can’t get it out of Italy”!
Now there is no more Mastachone. That is all.
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