Sunday, June 25, 2006
Back to England, back to home chores. Despite the mood induced by the local weather, we managed to find an excuse to celebrate the day. Argentina was playing Mexico, so in the spirit of my Mexican sweetheart, we watched the game in a common TV here in Halls. I would also be a liar if I said that that was my sole reason for watching the game, as my Brazilian T-Shirt betrays I went there to wish a poor game to Argentina. Too bad our Hermanos managed to win, cheating of course. This is typical of the Argentinian footbal, Heinze should have been given a red card, even a blind referee would have seen it.
Anyway, I had committed myself into baking some pizzas for the good of everybody, so off I went to my Pizzaiolo position. As you can see in this pic, me fooling around with the dough.
Friday, June 16, 2006
So this photograph would make even pleasureman Günther envy me. In a nice place in Innsbruck with Anja and her sister Melanie (to my right), as well as Ana and Maíra (to my left), a quite fitting finale to our journey through Tyrol, very lovely travel companions.
Finally we went out to watch the game in the outdoor marketplace in Innsbruck, flag and all, to support the Brazilian national team. It was very crowded (who would have thought the Austrians would come in numbers to support my lovely home country), but interesting. I could have watched it at home, but the company did not allow me to be a nay sayer.
So the brazilian side of this writer has contaminated everybody around me. Me and my friend Maíra managed to make our international friends wear the brazilian colors, as well as wave the flag in the first game against Croatia. The game was rubbish, but we won, and the outdoors ambience was an interesting experience.
Just forgot to mention Festung Hohensalzburg, but I thought this might be wort the digression. The view from the top of its walls into Salzburg is just awesome. From this point of view, one can see how a local lord might have felt about his power over the underlying people.
If you are asking why the hell I wanted to brave the woods and the climb towards Tratzberg, you can rest assured that I asked myself the same question on the way up. Now I know why medieval fortifications were not sieged very often. The walk, though, was interesting, if tiresome.