We are still the leaders of the farting around the world competition and El Ninjo truly enjoys stocking up on Mediterranean beans that seem to be a very popular food ingredient over here in Rome.
The Romans make all these different salads as starters and they all contain beans. I thought that beans are only eaten by Spanish speaking folks and in places like Mexico, but I am constantly broadening my mind as we go from destination to destination.
Travelling is a wonderful way of getting smarter and smarter.
We are inside the Colosseum and it is a spooky experience because I am thinking of the story of Romulus and Remus, the twins who were suckled by a she-wolf.
They decided to build a city, but after an argument, Romulus killed his brother Remus. The city was named after its founder Romulus and it became Rome.
The Colosseum is symbolic for the whole city of Rome and it is mystic and mindboggling at the same time - kind of spooky though! I would not want to come to the site alone and after midnight!
Let's concentrate on the glorious days of Rome and let's think about today's racing strategy.
As mom, Susie and Dad keep exploring the inside of the Colosseum site, El Ninjo pushes the skateboard over the edge into a new dimension of skateboarding adventure. We are flying over the ancient stone quarters, statues, walls, and columns.
We are flying from the ancient architecture of the Colosseum's past into a new dimension of skateboarding fart reality.
The competition behind us has not even noticed that we are turning our discipline into a Ninja skateboard fart freestyle in order to win.
We are able to beat all the other contestants with our Ninja skateboard fart tactics and with 80% of more effectiveness and productivity.
"Have you seen Max Zibzibib and Bladdering Bill his dog?" I shout out loud!
What a lame skateboard he drives and his dog is just sitting there without a clue what to do.
He has no speed and no power and his technique totally sucks.
I wonder if Max and Bill are going to show some more competitive edge tomorrow.
Anyways, everything that matters right now is that we are the first team that hit the goal and we won the Colosseum race.
With this pleasing thought I am entering the plane where we are headed for Venice.
As I am relaxing in my seat on board of the plane that brings us to Venice, Red Whally (a fat boy with red hair and freckles and chocolate smeared all over his face) with his dog Mogginger Thunderpants (a tiny obnoxious Chihuahua with a shiny brown fur) comes over and screams at me:
"Hey bean boy! Tomorrow I beat you! What is your trick? What is your technique? What do you do?"
Red annoys me with his catalog of too many questions and I advise him:
"I recommend some orange juice with lots of vitamin C and maybe some green food like broccoli and spinach! You know like Popeye! Ah, and one more thing don't forget to breathe!"
My sister little Susie intervenes: "Hey Red, maybe you should try beans!
The boy stares at her: Beans? Are you kidding me? You don't even look Mexican to me so what kind of nonsense is this?
Red who is now red like a ripe tomato in his face and furious as hell addresses Susie and me and says: You are weird people and I don't appreciate the way you talk to me! Don't ever talk to me again! Do you hear me bean boy and bean girl!"
With this threatening words he and his obnoxious dog run away and almost bump into the stewardess who serves orange juice for refreshments.
"What a lame wussy! He'll never figure out!", I say out loud.
The fermentation of beans is the last thing that this boy is going to figure out!
With this even more pleasant thought I am falling asleep.
As I wake up, we land in Venice.