Yodeling in Italian

I hope to get somewhat caught up here; it's Monday night in Ravenna (which isn't much, but that's a story for later), and there is a few days to commit to bits and bytes...
Last told, I was hitting the sack in Bolzano. Slept like a bambino, with the window open to the cold alpine air and two quilts keeping me toasty. Next morning it was up early to make the first tram ride up to OberBozen, which is, well, over Bozen... The tram station is, thankfully, open, but as usual, empty. I try to read the German signs instructing me when and how much the tram will run, then feed a ten euro bill into the ticket machine. Change is then spat out in fifty cent pieces. Big gold coins. Lots of 'em. I felt like a pirate. With my booty. Mmm...Pirate's Booty...
Anywho, another couple shows up. Obviously newlyweds (or acting as such), they ask me if I can take a picture of them, in Italian. I mean, they ask in Italian. How can the picture be in Italian? Unless, I guess, it's one of those worth a thousand words, which would be Italian words in this case. Now I'm either really stretching these attempts at humour, or that last wine shot was one too many. So, I respond in English, which they do as well. Fellow from New Zealand, with his Phillipino wife. Picture taken, the Tram dude shows up, and the couple start conversing with him in German. I feel so inadequate. But local language is not a necessity to ride, so up we go. Ten minutes of climbing hills dotted with orchards, and views to die for.
No, I still haven't gotten the camera picture uploading working yet, this is another pic stolen from someone else's site. But That's where I was, and that was pretty much what the weather was. Pretty sweet. Which the air wasn't. It was smack dab in the middle of field fertilization time. Hoowee. That stunkenhausen.
So, OberBozen, aside from the views, is UberBore-zen this time of year. There isn't much up there other than a few cafes and hotels (all closed), and an outdoor athletic area that I thought rather nice: tennis courts, basketball, all enclosed by hockey rink boards for eventual flooding and freezing. Marty would be happy to see it at full international dimensions. Boards were steel-reinforced plastic, very nice. Oh yeah, that reminded me that I saw a poster for local hockey while down in town; their team is the Bolzano Foxes. I gave a half-hearted effort at finding a jersey while in town, but the touristy region didn't have anything like that, unfortunately. They appear to be in 7th place out of 8 teams in their division though, so probably not a jersey of honour...
Back to the mountaintop. With nothing to do but sight-see, I plug the return location into Teri as a waypoint, and head out into the fields to find some Earth Pyramids. These things are formed by, well, it's pretty obvious when you see them:

Each one has a rock on top that protected the remainder from the eroding water etc. Pretty funky. I wish I saw one. I kept hiking down and down, and passing signs pointing back, and backtracking, and, well, I gave up. Points for honesty?
I slogged back up to the Tram station and rode down to town. I wanted to get away relatively early, as I had a stop in Vicenza planned on the way to Venice. So a quick cappucio and streudel, pick up the backpack and off to the train station. Once again, the ticket machine takes care of all my connections and I board with my tickets to Vicenza with the train change in Verona in hand!