Not exact matches
I was kidding, but he liked the idea, so when he came home from work he maintained a cheerful silence (communicating via sign language that he wanted a
glass of wine, whereupon his silence grew even more cheerful) and spent some time sketching out a little liturgy involving the reading
of the Gospel
story, the handing -
over of a baby doll, the writing
of a note, and the loosing
of his tongue to proclaim the Benedictus.
But last night,
over 500 km up the road, in Miranda de Ebro, a city bordering on the
wine swilling La Rioja region, 6,000 locals were packed inside the Estadio de Anduva hoping to raise their
glasses to one
of Spanish footballs big giant killing
stories.
«We hear
stories of people getting together
over a
glass of wine writing up profiles,» Gould said.
On the hill, the group recollected to enjoy the sunset together
over a few hard - earned cold beers and
glasses of local
wine, trading
stories of what was, for many, only their second day surfing into a week - long surfing trip.
Now that's a
story I need to hear
over a
glass of wine one day.