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August
12th, 2004
While
in Courmayeur on August 11th, I got an sms from Barbara asking if we could
make it to be in Piazzatorre the next day by 10am.. why??? I immediately
called her back, and discovered that our plans for the next day now included
babysitting lovely little Giorgia while Diego had to run some errands,
and Babi was on the ice coaching... no problem! The baby would be all
covered and resting in her pram rinkside, so it just only meant to check
on her standing nearby, but we would still be able to see the practices.
I know we are mad... Sissi and I (as she stayed in my guest room for the
night, to save time), we arrived home from Courmayeur around 4 am, and
at 8 we were already at the metro station in Sesto San Giovanni to pick
up Marianna and to go to Piazzatorre.
Having slept around 3 hours, we felt particularly silly, and spent our
time singing cartoon songs and finding extremely hilarious all the signs
all over the motorway, advising drivers not to drive when tired, not to
forget the seatbels, and telling how many deaths are caused by tired drivers,
etc.. Actually Marianna had not been in Courma the night before and well
rested... and didn't share our loss-of-slee-induced good humour, and didn't
understand us too much.
Anyway, we managed to be in Piazzatorre well before Diego had to leave,
so we said hello, discussed photo cameras (Babi ha told me on the phone
the night before that he had gone and bought the same one I had gotten,
he had been very interested in it the week before on our previous visit
to the rink), and then brought a well covered and sleeping Giorgia rinkside,
for the beginning of practices.
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