Udine

When's that half marathon? I miss that, unfortunately.

Oh, and also we saw George's cousin in Italy and I said we were going to do this half marathon in Udine and she's like, I've never heard of Udine before in my life.

And apparently it's Udine.

Ah, Udine.

Sounded like an idiot the whole entire time.

Yeah.

I didn't stop there but went on to Milan, which brought me to the end of the first half of my journey.

Udine on the Carzo was my destination, but a pause in Milan was necessary for the purpose of picking up a train to that area.

I wasn't sorry, either.

Milan is good enough for me for twenty-four hours.

the next morning i caught the train for

udine from milan to udine takes the best part of a day udine is on the carso and at that period was very close to the front which ran from monfalcone on the adriatic through gorizia up towards the mountains you might miss venice by about twelve miles on your ride on the journey to udine i arrived that evening and drove from the station in an open tumble-down carriage to the headquarters of the british mission I drove sedately behind what sounded like a three-legged horse, looking at the town as I passed.

A very old place is Udine, full of odd corners and ancient monuments.

The Romans spread themselves a good bit around here in days gone by.

And even if you read some of the stories around, I think, you know, the Israeli team had some sort of security, some Mossad agents traveled with them to the game just to keep an eye on things.

Italy last year played them, but moved the game to Udine, kind of moved it away from, I suppose, their traditional venues for games.

And there was, again, concerns around that expressed locally, but they did play the game again.

So there has been a feeling, like definitely a feeling that within UEFA, I mean, there was a UEFA game where they produced this very sort of vague stop killing children banner before a Super Cup match, but didn't identify what particular cause they were referring to.

According to the narrative, he's praying alone in the choir late at night.

Suddenly, he finds himself transported to a wealthy aristocratic home in the northern Italian city of Udine.

And in this home, this dual tragedy and miracle is unfolding.

A father is actively dying, and in the next room, his wife is going into premature labor.

She is utterly confused.

And Pio continues, last year in St. Peter's, I was the Capuchin priest who confessed you.

The Virgin Mary took me to Udine just before you were born and told me you were my responsibility.

Now, if you are critically analyzing historical sources, a story that wraps up this perfectly 18 years after the fact looks highly suspicious.

We had Juve getting a big win against Atalanta.

Milan, well, Amarim versus the media and Milan get a win when he picks the 11 he wants, including a stupid Jan.

What was the other one? Oh, Cagliari winning away at Udinese is utterly mental.

And if you've not seen the goal yet, please go check that out.

And we'll be talking about Parma, Genoa.

Maybe there's something there.

And let's go to a surprise one.

Although, is it a surprise? Is it a surprise? Udinese just giving away points? Like, just giving away points.

They splashed more mud than the camions even, and if one of the officers in the back was very small and sitting between two generals, he himself so small that you could not see his face but only the top of his cap and his narrow back, and if the car went especially fast it was probably the king.

He lived in Udine and came out in this way nearly every day to see how things were going, and things went very badly.

At the start of the winter came the permanent rain and with the rain came the cholera, but it was checked and in the end only seven thousand died of it in the army.

Chapter 2.

That train was always crowded.

End of chapter 24 Book 3, Chapters 25 and 26 of A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway This LibriVox recording is in the public domain Chapter 25 Now in the fall the trees were all bare and the roads were muddy.

I rode to Gorizia from Udine on a camion.

We passed other camions on the road and I looked at the country.