WHITE WINE & MEAT AT POOLSIDE RURAL RETREAT
GERMANS WATCH STUNNED AS STUDENTS CHOMP SAUSAGES
COMM PROF ENDS UP ALL WET
COMM PROF ENDS UP ALL WET
A POOLSIDE SAUSAGE PARTY ended up all wet after students and teachers alike pulled one another into the frothy abyss.
Local landlord and man about town Mario Carnale hosted the event at his luxurious holiday villa nestled in the foothills of Cagli. Co-host Father Bruno Segatta cooked "suasages", as he calls them, on a smoky barbecue as students laughed and dipped their feet in the icy pool water.
But no-one dared to enter the freezing swimming hole, until, in a burst of his trademark peppy enthusiasm, Fr Bruno threw his barbecue tools to the ground, tore his shirt from his chest, and plunged with reckless abandon into the pool. Students looked on in shock while a group of Germans, guests of Carnale, looked on in horror and surprise.
The pool area horseplay had just begun, however. Mere minutes later, playful padrone Mario Carnale dragged fully-clothed intercultural communication professor Dr John Caputo into the water. Caputo grimaced as he pulled himself from the chilly liquid, a soggy mess. He was later seen holding his wet belongings in a tatty plastic bag.
Moved by the sight of their elders splashing about gleefully, a few students found themselves thirsting for their own turn in the chlorinated spray.
"I jumped in," Gonzaga student Reid Johnson told me. "I don't know why. I'm not quite sure. I was just feeling frisky. But the water was delectable." And the sausages? "Ah," Johnson sighed wistfully, licking his lips and recalling the grilled, salty meats. "Plump and moist."
Dapper dresser and fellow Gonzagan Michael Paine made an appearance at the event, dressed to the nines in his new pants and snazzy euro-shoes. His moment in the fashion limelight was short-lived, however, as when Paine neared the pool he received a saucy splash from classmate Johnson.
"At first, I felt cool, and chill," Paine told me. "But when water was splashed on my new euro-shoes? I got angry." Paine smiled, though, as he recalled how his anger turned to bliss when he adopted a laid-back euro-attitude. "I just thought 'c'est la vie', or whatever it is in Italian. I just thought of Bruno-- 'no worries, bro'! And that's euro, man."
Local landlord and man about town Mario Carnale hosted the event at his luxurious holiday villa nestled in the foothills of Cagli. Co-host Father Bruno Segatta cooked "suasages", as he calls them, on a smoky barbecue as students laughed and dipped their feet in the icy pool water.But no-one dared to enter the freezing swimming hole, until, in a burst of his trademark peppy enthusiasm, Fr Bruno threw his barbecue tools to the ground, tore his shirt from his chest, and plunged with reckless abandon into the pool. Students looked on in shock while a group of Germans, guests of Carnale, looked on in horror and surprise.
The pool area horseplay had just begun, however. Mere minutes later, playful padrone Mario Carnale dragged fully-clothed intercultural communication professor Dr John Caputo into the water. Caputo grimaced as he pulled himself from the chilly liquid, a soggy mess. He was later seen holding his wet belongings in a tatty plastic bag.
Moved by the sight of their elders splashing about gleefully, a few students found themselves thirsting for their own turn in the chlorinated spray.
"I jumped in," Gonzaga student Reid Johnson told me. "I don't know why. I'm not quite sure. I was just feeling frisky. But the water was delectable." And the sausages? "Ah," Johnson sighed wistfully, licking his lips and recalling the grilled, salty meats. "Plump and moist."Dapper dresser and fellow Gonzagan Michael Paine made an appearance at the event, dressed to the nines in his new pants and snazzy euro-shoes. His moment in the fashion limelight was short-lived, however, as when Paine neared the pool he received a saucy splash from classmate Johnson.
"At first, I felt cool, and chill," Paine told me. "But when water was splashed on my new euro-shoes? I got angry." Paine smiled, though, as he recalled how his anger turned to bliss when he adopted a laid-back euro-attitude. "I just thought 'c'est la vie', or whatever it is in Italian. I just thought of Bruno-- 'no worries, bro'! And that's euro, man."
