4:05 PM, GMT+1
I'd never even heard of Volterra before this most recent weekend. However, it's one of those beautiful old-time Italian towns with old buildings, narrow roads, and a great view of the Tuscan countryside. I didn't go to look at the countryside, though.
I went to play calcetto, or 5-0n-5 soccer, with the Italians from the Collegio di Milano. Apparently, there was some tournament that included competitions in all the typical Italian games- calcio, ping pong, biliardino (foosball), scacchi (chess), and poker. The American got asked because their weren't enough Italians to fill a roster. They all had exams.
These kids were just about the best players I've ever seen- and they're probably average for Italians. I got my ass kicked on a regular basis there, but it was a good experience.
It was kind of funny- it took six hours to get down to Volterra from Milano. On the way, the Italians were teaching me how to swear and other random things in Italian. I was also dubbed "Don Giovanni" for the duration of the tournament. They taught me some hand-signals too. Apparently, when you kiss the tips of your fingers and then open your hand to the air (I can illustrate the next time I see you), it means that whoever you're addressing is/will shortly be dead. Keep that in mind.
As for the tournament itself, well. We lost, and I'll leave it at that. However, I had some free time after the tournament, so I decided to take a little sight-seeing visit to Florence. Yeah, that's right. I felt like going to Florence randomly. No other reasons. Nope.
More to come.
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... too bad all the sights are closed on Sundays, or else your cover would be legit.
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