Best Western Hotel Alpi Bolzano

I was born and raised in Calgary, home of the C-train. This is the only train I have ever taken. If the train doors are open, the train stays put and the conductor yells at you over the intercom to clear the doorway.

Not so in Italy.

We had a stopover in Verona to get onto the train in Bolzano. The stopover was very short, and I was a bit ahead of my mom so I figured I'd load my bags, which are heavy, on while she caught up. my bags were all aboard and I was waiting ...

... 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 ...

... fun as I’ve ever had after a football game.

After everyone went to pizza restaurant. I didn’t want to sit or eat, but I was thirsty. After a shot of grappa, which I equate to siphoning gasoline, I just roamed around like the gypsy I am talking to guys and laughing. In honor of our grande victory I wanted a grande birre. I looked up on the wall and the restaurant had these huge beer mugs up on the wall. So with a little help from the guys ...

... the player ability ratings may be a bit generous we based them more on how we stack up in the IFL than the NFL), he had never faced Eric Marty the young, naïve, optimistic quarterback, who was now running the show for the Seattle Seahawks. It was a monumental day for my Madden 2003 career, after games and nights of disappointment, the Seahawks, possibly inspired by their new virtual signal caller, took down the vaunted Coach Green.

After reaching the ...

... left and saw Cloche our ultra-energetic fullback (Die,Die, Common guys!) and Drubo our 41-year old linebacker both wide open in theleft side of the endzone.  In aninstant I had a very difficult decision to make, I love Cloche, you can't helpbut be excited to play football when he is on the field with you, but I loveDrubo too.  Drubo is one of thefunniest characters I have ever been around, he can't do jumping jacks withoutbeing funny, and he doesn't even try to be.  I felt like a ...

Whew! The last three days have left us breathless and a little sore from hiking. When we first arrived here it was ******* with rain and there were no nountains to be seen. The weather channel said there would be rain storms and possibly flooding. Given the chance that we would probably not be returning to this area we had to at least give it a chance. Trying to find a place to sleep when tourist information is closed and the rain ...

... seat and puckering up.

 

I couldn't just ice her, so I gritted my teeth, stuck myhead in the window and gave her a quick peck on the lips and was out the windowand headed back toward the door.

 

It's not that she is unattractive, and she is a sweet girl,but between her close association with one of my best female friends, myinstinct that she probably likes me much more than I like her, our lack of anyreal chemistry, that she wears a lot of makeup, her ...

... lineman just walked right passed it because the refs were already signaling touchdown.  I however wasn't as convinced so I squirmed out from under the RE players and dove after the ball.  My frantic actions alerted another RE player who dove as well and ended up with ball.  The refs didn't care, they said I was in before I fumbled, so I was just flopping around on the ground like an idiot for no reason.  But I'm sure those that saw me play sports growing up know that flopping ...

... the time was now. We went to the second floor as instructed and found mostly photos and a few sculptures. Many of the photos were quite intriguing, a few a bit grotesque, but largely it was very good. There was only one problem, Autze was conspicuously missing. We looked around for him as the sinking realization set in that we might be in the wrong museum. No sign of him anywhere. We ventured to the third floor, looked at more photos, stopped at the first ...

... jumped in to defend him pointing out that I had thrown my helmet halfway down the field. I conceded that with a wry smile and we vowed we would see each other again. In the handshake line with the quarterback we talked for a moment and exchanged apologies and pleasantries and told each other how great the other was. I shook the safeties hand but I still don't like him. In the locker room Andrea our DC tossed a clipboard and went crazy yelling about the ...