We left Sardinia just in time to watch Germany lose to the Italians in a rather convincing fashion. Thomas, in a never ending effort to get his parents' house into the present century technologically, bought a new flat screen, high definition thingie which his parents looked at as if they were cave men looking at a bicycle. We all squished in to one cave room to watch - even though Eva said she doesn't think would be good if Germany won because it would be " bad for their character." Winning at trivial things apparently softens people: And to Germans nothing is worse than soft, as evidenced by their suspicions of ice cream. Also, as we all know from Black Adder, there is no word in the German language for fluffy. (Seriously. There isn't. I have spent many a dinner extolling them to think harder: " a little baby chick!? A cotton ball? A bed ? Chocolate Mousse? think!!).
The Italians seem to beat the Germans all the time in World/Euro cup match ups....and to remind me of this, the Italians have been sending all kinds of adorable and hilarious things like a vintage photo that says : "We only lost when we were allies with you". (a world war 2 reference? seriously? you are going with ww2...) Thomas took the news stoically-after all it is a pretty good comeback...and after a classic Thomas-like pause, said: "We simply asked them to deal with Ethiopia and Greece. That's all. We would handle Russia, the US, Britain, France, Holland, Sweden, Belgium, Norway, Australia Canada....But since they could not subdue a country with an army equivalent to Vanuatu, we had to come help" (thereby postponing that whole Russia trip. ) and this is from one of the great pacifists.
Anyway, we are in Portugal now...Wehlens follow us on Friday. Tennis tennis golf golf port port. Unfortunately Italy is funnier than Portugal, so I fear the blog tales will suffer.
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