There was a French couple at the Focacceria tonight…Their Italian was a bit better than mine, but not by much. I guess they have an unfair advantage over me tho…cuz they’re French…one of those surreal moments where you come across something for the very first time. I like those moments…
Anyways the woman had hand talking down and I must respect her for that. I often order stuff by pointing and grunting. It has worked so far as I seem not to be starving…