Italy: Hiking in the Dolomites, late day Thursday 6/12

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"I don't understand," Annette began as they trekked along, the heels of her boots crunching along the rocky path. "That pub way back there, I swear to everything that's holy that that guy was a vampire. I know it. He wrinkled up his nose when I got close," thanks to her garlic necklace, "and when I pulled out my water gun he freaked. Definite vampire material. I only got a few shots off--" Annette paused, shaking her head. "--threw me out, even after I paid for my drink. Are you listening to me, A.J.? It just wasn't fair. I still can't believe no one came after us. That vampire, surely he had a... nest somewhere." She paused, stopped, looked at her traveling companion. "Maybe we should go back, search for it?" she suggested oh so wisely.


[For the one with her, of course, unless there are other Alp hikers! :)]