I don’t even know
A good portion of our time in the French countryside was spent eating and relaxing and reading comics— and the guys didn’t wear shirts a whole lot.
That’s it for my travel drawings!
I drew this back in August when I was in Greece at the request of my uncle. He informed me that my dad calls me “Tzanabeta” behind my back, which basically translates to a person who is perpetually grumpy and kinda spoiled.