My uncanny sense of direction has failed me for the first time. I got lost, very lost, on a run this morning at 6am. After stopping several times along my “route”, asking 4 polizia gents, none of whom knew any of the streets or locations that I was inquiring about (typically Italian), and one very charming man standing outside his cafe bar, I found my way back to the Uni after a solid 2 hours of running the streets and river paths of Torino. A great way to get to know a city I must add, and an unexpected way to get that long run in for the week, so all is well. I ran by the medal ceremony piazza – no where near being complete – I am learning that this is the Italian way and there is never a need for stress. Perfecto – my kind of place.
Opening Ceremonies happening soon… great vibe… poor Jose… and what do you do about the Gretzky’s?
Lost In Traslation
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I bet you $100 the Canadian Press will ask Gretzky a question about gambling.