Parker wakes up from his nap, and Timi and Peter finally join me back at the car. It's time to zip back down to Arco and find a pizzeria. We meet up with the rest of the climbers in town, and after much discussion over where to eat, we followed our nose to a quaint pizzeria on one of the backstreets. Too bad the staff wasn't as inviting as the aroma.
By now it's 9:30 and we really should all be home in bed, but my brood is still too fascinated by the square to leave. Parker discovered that he could carry his bike up the steps to this old church, and then...
...soar down the ramp on the other side. I couldn't take my eyes off of him for fear that he'd crack his head open, but instinct told me there was trouble brewing across the square too.
Yep. That's Timi. He's, uhhh, yes I do believe he's dangling from the column of that 4oo-year-old building.
At this point, I'm not sure who to wangle first: Timi, who encouraged by an audience of twelve teenage boys, is moving rapidly to the next story. Or Parker, who is now biking through the legs of the waiters in Cafe Centrale. Oh, and that reminds me, where did Peter go again? Maybe I should stick out a hat because I'm absolutely certain these Italians would love to pay for our train ticket home.
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