Italian women aren't constantly experiencing car trouble
Me: Ooooh I want her boots! And hat!
Scott: noncommittal noise
Me: Do you see how cool and composed people are here? That poor lady's out here, car broken down on the highway, and she still looks classier than I do on my best day. I really like her style.
Scott (glancing up) : She is a hooker
Me: But... she's wearing a a pea coat.

Scott assures me that they'll hooch it up once it gets warmer. I certainly hope so because it's a real bummer getting outclassed by prostitutes.

Lonely Planet is kind of a prick
We found a babysitter and planned a grown up day out. Scott did some research and decided to take me to Lonely Planet's #1 don't miss attraction in the region. Which, we discovered upon arrival, is privately owned and not open to the public.

Fortunately, beauty and awesomeness abound, and we found a different amazing castle, Castel Nuovo.  Apparently being 600 years old still qualifies as new here :-)

As we walked into the baron's chamber, we stumbled upon a meeting of some type. Our Italian wasn't/ isn't good enough to understand most of it, but we gathered that the participants were upset about something finance related.

Maybe it was the amazing acoustics, perhaps the impassioned Italian speaker, or, you know, that it took place in a castle, but there was a much different vibe than the town hall meeting I went to in Vermont :-)

Other castle highlight was this door which was taken as a trophy and brought to France but the boat was attacked on the voyage and in the process the door was shot with a cannon that is still embedded on the door's lower left side.

Italians know food better than I ever will
Our friend Eric had the same epiphany, and when the restaurant owner from next door came to take our order, Erik said (in Italian, because he's clever like that) "I want to eat what you want me to eat." Our lives and waistlines will never be the same :) Five hours, nine courses, two bottles of wine, and a bottle of limoncello later, we were officially in love with Italy/ the owner/ each other/ everything :)

Apologies for the blurry photo, but this is the owner literally spoon feeding us when he realized there were 2 pieces of pasta left on our plate.

I'm not smartphone savvy enough to make it my main way of communicating
As evidenced by the several week gap in between this blog and the last.  Henceforth will make sure to get on the computer :-)

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