Todd, otherwise known as Timex, was relentless in his time-keeping.  Each morning, he would plot the course for the day, never hesitating to crack his whip when we strayed.  Fluent in the Italian language, hand gestures, beach attire, and cell phone etiquette, he quickly proved himself invaluable to our group.  Rain or hail, towed car or wrecked moped, he always had a spring in his step and a smile on his face determined to show our group the time of our lives.  He succeeded.  He is the true Italian Stallion.
		Meg, nicknamed the International Girl of Mystery, became the sweetheart of the team.  She would appear like clockwork in the various cities sporting a smile and a military green back-pack. She always brought calm and stability to some very high tension moments (except when she stole Julian's pillow because of the cold marble).  Meg posses the only thing the team fears. A complete diary documenting everything that occurred on the adventure. We can only pray that it is never published.
		Guy, affectionately known as Rico Suave, was rarely seen without sunglasses. He sported a different pair for every change of clothes.   Never in a hurry, he strutted through Italy catching the eye of many of the local women only to beak their hearts as he pushed them aside concerned only with the well-being of the group.  Rico was the diplomat of fashion and style.  He managed to bring 28 complete changes of clothes plus a fresh pair of pajamas every night.
		Eric was profoundly called the Anti-Todd. No matter the trials or tribulations the group encountered, Eric seemed to always come out unscathed, full rested and cleanly shaven. Eric had no timetable or agenda. His only goal was to find a good beer, cheap girl, and a warm place to talk. He found all three but unfortunately in different cities. Eric is still wondering the streets of Italy.
		Julian, appropriately renamed Andiamo, was always on the go, eager to absorb as much of the Italian culture as possible.  Hard to miss in his ostentatious American ball cap, he quickly made friends with the women, young and old, unwilling to let them out of his sight without documenting their existence with a photo.   Although unable to speak the Italian language, his Mississippi drawl, Texas charm, and proficiency in Klinket landed us an overcrowded room with two squeaky beds and some cold marble.  And for this we are grateful.

All BIOS were written by the International Girl of Mystery.  They were excerpts from her much coveted diary