One of those crimson shirts about caused me to tumble down the steps of a ponte (bridge) in Venice when I spotted it on the street below.
I also instantly became one of those tourists I hate. The kind that stops, out of nowhere, in the middle of a pathway and causes everyone behind them to lay on the breaks or duck around.
But, a Roll Tide shirt in Venice? I had to be sure. So I waited for the man to take a photo of his girlfriend or a duck, couldn't really be sure, and then I waited some more for him to walk straight back toward me so I could read it clearly. Yes, Alabama's reach is as far as the canals and plazas of Venizia. All this made funnier by the fact that the guy wearing the shirt was absolutely not from Alabama. Or even the U.S. He may very well have been Italian, but I couldn't make out the language quick enough, even though Id been standing and staring at him for several minutes at that point.
Guess you never really can wander all that far. Something familiar always follows.
Other odd spottings in Venice:
A bride, in full wedding garb, looking very ticked off. But I would be too if I was fighting my way through the streets of Venice and people were stepping on my dress. But, she had her fiance/husband and bridesmaids in tow so I'm sure she had everything her way eventually.
On the Rialto Bridge, saw what may have been part of a bachelor party. Group of guys, mid to late 20s, all very loud and drinking. One, the groom perhaps, was wearing striped but mismatched socks, two different shoes, Mardi Gras beads, an ivy wreath and a hat that looked like Dr. Suess cross-bred with St. Patricks Day. He was very drunk. So drunk that he tried to talk to people -- through the window -- of shops on the bridge. He put his beer down on the sill to do so, probably to use both hands to steady himself. Alas, he wandered off for more merriment without his beer.
I also instantly became one of those tourists I hate. The kind that stops, out of nowhere, in the middle of a pathway and causes everyone behind them to lay on the breaks or duck around.
But, a Roll Tide shirt in Venice? I had to be sure. So I waited for the man to take a photo of his girlfriend or a duck, couldn't really be sure, and then I waited some more for him to walk straight back toward me so I could read it clearly. Yes, Alabama's reach is as far as the canals and plazas of Venizia. All this made funnier by the fact that the guy wearing the shirt was absolutely not from Alabama. Or even the U.S. He may very well have been Italian, but I couldn't make out the language quick enough, even though Id been standing and staring at him for several minutes at that point.
Guess you never really can wander all that far. Something familiar always follows.
Other odd spottings in Venice:
A bride, in full wedding garb, looking very ticked off. But I would be too if I was fighting my way through the streets of Venice and people were stepping on my dress. But, she had her fiance/husband and bridesmaids in tow so I'm sure she had everything her way eventually.
On the Rialto Bridge, saw what may have been part of a bachelor party. Group of guys, mid to late 20s, all very loud and drinking. One, the groom perhaps, was wearing striped but mismatched socks, two different shoes, Mardi Gras beads, an ivy wreath and a hat that looked like Dr. Suess cross-bred with St. Patricks Day. He was very drunk. So drunk that he tried to talk to people -- through the window -- of shops on the bridge. He put his beer down on the sill to do so, probably to use both hands to steady himself. Alas, he wandered off for more merriment without his beer.
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