ole, ole, ole, ole

oh yes. it happened. i have to laugh when i look at the picture from my last post. the pitiful little crowd. so we went away for a week and came back today just in time for the madness. it was loads of fun to empty the very large bag on our roof amidst the diehard italia fans that showed up 4 hours before gametime. you really can't fault them since the cafe across the street - featured in the previous photos - had a DJ blasting europop already. when good synthesizers go bad. anyway, i taped this celebration as well so the babes can see what they surely will never remember. i think it will take many weeks before i stop hearing EE-tal-YA being chanted in my head.












i almost forgot, its summer in the north end so there surely is a feast. to make the whole scenario even more surreal, the crowds parted for the saint to march through. pazzo.