Tagging

Today, I was sitting on the steps of a fountain eating my last gelato with the group. Ale said, "I'm going tagging with Jenny and Breanna." To which I respond, "Can I hop on that wagon?" 10 minutes later we are staring at a wall, spray paint in hand. Ale went first, after which we all went for it. Guess what? Tagging is so fun. Seriously, I did not want to stop. I now understand the joy of the tag. Maybe I'll have a new hobby when I get home.

Planning the masterpiece.

Artist at work.

I left my mark. 

See.... I CAN be cute.

I plead the fifth.

Though I HAD just finished my German final. 

I will never write or speak a German word again.

Wish she was here.