Alpine Mugon Trento

... avenue when these kids about my age started hassling me in broken English, saying they had no parents so I should buy a postcard or something from them. I told them no usually because I had no small change on me. One of them happened to see me twice though, and the second time he came up and started talking to me! I didn`t want to be rude so I talked to him, and suddenly he grabbed my hand and started introducing me to his friends! After that we walked away, and I was protesting ...

... why the name has both an Italian and a German spelling. This is a very quaint town that looks to be fairly old with small winding pedestrian only streets. Street signs are here are written in Italian and German, and a vast amount of people walking around are speaking German. I took some pictures and got myself a quick bite to eat. I have seen a lot of people walking around carrying backpacks with hiking boots and trekking poles ...

... to our 20 with 1:40 left, on second down they throw a deep comeback at me. #3 runs a good route, drives me off, makes me think he was running the fade, then breaks off to the sideline. I was beat and he was open at about the 7. Unbelievably as he turns to go catch the ball it goes right through his hands. I started to say something to him, but when a man screws up that badly in crunch time, you shouldn’t say a word, so I didn’t. Third down was ...

... out some paddle boats which was good fun. <br>Everyone had a great time at the wedding, weather was brilliant. John was so hungry he even ate a flower, plate decoration and Orla tried to steal the show with her drunken antics.<br>On our last day in Malcesine we went to the top of a really big hill in a cable car, seen some cows and snow, played some crazy golf at a really late hour and had a few drinks with our friends, the last for a while.

... a shower, I threw on a button up and gelled my hair to look the part of a sophisticated horse handicapping connoisseur. Any allure and charm the gel and shirt had though, fell to pieces once Wood and I climbed into the Giant&#8217;s Jalopy and we rattled our way to the track parked and went in. At the gate they were passing out newspapers, and Wood made them flip it to the article on the Giants game against Ancona, and pointed out my picture. It would have been ...

... the best back in Italy.  So I changed the play, but Reggie ended up getting hit aftera yard or two and fumbled.  Anconarecovered and Tisma was irate with me. He was yelling and foaming at the mouth, telling me to run what hecalls.  There was a briefaltercation between us as I explained to him that a quarterback  sneak from the 5 was stupid.  If you want me to have the ball, let methrow it otherwise, lets give it to Reggie.  Of course he didn't want to hear that.<br><br> <br><br>Our ...

... people were waiting for a green person to appear to signal to themthat it was indeed their time to cross the street.  One person in particular, a 40-50 year old woman, noticed merunning toward the group when I was about 30 feet away and mean mugged me untilI stopped a few feet behind her. She didn't take her eyes off me, sitting turned completely around on herbike, her eyes boring holes into my uncovered upper torso.  And she wouldn't look away, but justassailed me this outraged look on ...

... am happy with where I am at, where I am going, and that is important - because out here, with a lot of time and few distractions, the lens is brutally magnified. Saturday May 23rd  Gameday vs the Reggio Emilia Hogs   The RE Hogs are a wing-T team.  And not a modified wing-T team like I played on at MHS where we at least were going to throw the ball 10-20 times a game.  No RE is a 3 yards and a cloud of dust, 3-5 passes a game wing-T team.  I'd rather watch paint dry than this ...

... dive to our new fullback, Klosh, but he was stopped at the two. Tisma called for the quarterback sneak, and on third down, I wormed, and squirmed just inches across the goal line. Our two-point conversion failed and we were now up, 18-13. I was having flashbacks to the Parma game I crushed the kickoff over the returners' heads, they had to retreat to the 5 to pick it up, before making it back out to the 19. They had 81 yards to go ...

... seen before. We passed through towns on our way to Trento which had existed for hundreds and maybe thousands of years. Over the red rooftops one could see an occasional ancient tower, or castle built into the mountainside. The ride was very quiet and I was able to finally relax and enjoy the view. In about an hour I got into Trento and thought "Oh Great, this town is tiny". However I did not see what was on the other side of the train station until I got out ...