Bolzano

We’re getting ready for our first trip to Italy — a long weekend in Bolzano (a.k.a. Bozen).

It’s 4ish hours directly South of Munich by train. It has only belonged to Italy since the end of WWI, and before that has belonged to Austria and been independent and stuff like that. So, I gather it’s not going to be all “old-country Italy” — probably more like that town where Pinocchio was from in that there might be a lot of people with Italian names and German accents (ever notice that?).

Or just a lot of German speakers in general. When we went to Prague in May to visit Molly, it was entirely swamped with Germans… but that’s kind of how they are, I guess.

Kraig looks really good with the longer hair! / “Stop pacing!”

Sarah and I just had a beer date with Kraig at the W.A.B.. He looks really nice with the respectable salesman tie without his usual mil-spec hairdo and goat.

Let’s hope that’s not the last we’ll ever see of him.

So, we snuck up on Ol’ Narg’s joint on whim after our shooting the breeze with Kraig (since we were in the area…can’t hurt to drive by, you know?) and called him when we saw lights on and people moving around inside. We were dropping all kinds of hints that we were within visual range (i.e., “Stop pacing when I’m talking to you!”), but he wasn’t getting them. It’s nice to pull a fast one on Ol’ Narg when you haven’t seen him in a long time. Fortunately, Miss Carrie Jo seemed forgiving of our no-warning drive-by.

We like her.