immigrant experience…

So sometime this weekend I went to a little cafe downstairs…I always get a caffe macchiato when I go there. I order and wait around at the bar then take it outside normally…two people order after me and then go outside (obviously she’s going to bring them their drinks in a minute)…I’m still standing there. The lady says something to me…I thought she was asking me to take the people their coffee cuz it was kinda busy. I asked her if she spoke english, and she responded in italian (awesome! – tho she knows by now that I’m a foreigner). I’m still not sure why she was asking me to take the people their coffee, but I’m a helpful sort of fella 😉

well, she gives me my coffee and I sort of stand there looking confused, then start making hand gestures at the tray with the other peoples coffee 🙂
you can see where this is going…She was not asking me to take them their coffee…she was telling me that I could go sit outside and she would bring me my coffee…After a second we both laughed (maybe for different reasons)…ahh immigrant life…I feel stupid several times a week for situations like this 🙂

I love daylight savings time in spring (yes, we just did it this weekend…for all the yanks out there)…great!!!

My contract renewal is being worked on! So I’m semi officially still living in Italy for a while longer 😀

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