Myself doing my speech at the middle school retreat

                                          A day filled with yacht driving, almost knocking my uncle off my ship while he imitates the scene from "Titanic," out in the open ocean for 10 hours with a trusty diet coke can't be all that bad.

                           Notice how I am the only one not wearing a Pro Life or Catholic shirt.

                   Myself with Scrubs on just before assisting on a Chagas operation in Sucre, Bolivia.

                          Holding a Chagas after the operation. That thing measured about 5ft 9in!!!!

My trip to Rome allows me to meet Dmitri Ivanovich. He was Russian Spetsnaz in the Soviet War in Afghanistan and recently retired from the FSO. He and I spent so much time chatting that I missed my train and as an apology for taking up my time, he gave me a scope that he used in Afghanistan.

Being treated like a King in a Gelato Shop in Florence has it's perks.

                    The front of the Duomo on a Sunday mourning just before latin mass starts.

                                     Myself and Caesar, do you see the resemblance? I do.

                                         The Colosseum in Rome

        When traveling to Rome, I learned that my middle name came to be because of Pope Leo the XIII.