World Travels We gotta get outta this town.... Someplace warm. A place where the beer flows like wine. Where beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano....

It was a pretty uneventful day so Ania and I decided to go for a walk. We were walking around this lake when we came across a bunch of swans. We stopped to look at them when the only male started to hiss at us. I didn't even know swans hissed. I wanted to see what he would do but Ania insisted we leave them alone. So, of course, we kept walking.