Party on the roof

As night fell the adults congregated up on the hotel roof where we had a nice wine and cheese party. There was a friendly competition over who had the cheapest wine. Mr. Bashore won hands down with his 1.50 Euro contribution. I've tasted better cough medicine, but then again, I'm not a fan of red wines. At the end of that night while the Wine Club was having its roof-party, we could hear the soccer game on TVs all over town and when Italy won, the bells in the town rang and the cheering echoed off the surrounding cliffs and up from the streets below. Damn... as a German fan I was hoping Italy would lose. So far Italy had won two games decided on very controversial calls. How lucky could they get?