Last night the family and I went out to dinner at this beautiful restaurant to celebrate the end of the school year and give a send off to the teacher. It seems that teachers here are admired and appreciated much more than in Canada. My eyes lit up when I saw it…a pizza…big and round…without cheese, without tomato sauce, only covered in nutella!!! I almost died with delight. Naturally (even though it was placed at the kids table, not mine) I darted over yet politely took a piece, ensuring I stood close enough to my little sister so that it looked like I was relishing in her enjoyment. As I held this delicious treat it dawned on me that it was important to teach kids proper eating habits, so I decided to share. So...naturally I stuck my finger into the nutella and smeared some on her upper lip while she followed suit and gave me a nutella stash. J The rest of the night was beautiful but exhausting and I was already tired from working all week. Momma and I went out to get some air when I spotted a very attractive older (30’s) Italian man in the gazebo next to ours. As I mentioned before the language barrier makes it very difficult to have lengthy conversations but I assumed by explaining what he was wearing and where he was that there’d be little confusion. I was wrong. After pointing him out I went and sat down as they were distributing the lemon granitas. I was only 3 sips into my “slushie” when momma sat down beside me and handed me a piece of paper with several numbers on it and a name that read: Vincenzo. Apparently while I was catering to my sweet tooth momma decided to also indulge me with different Italian treat. However, instead of the man in the gazebo she pointed to one of the servers. Despite his beautiful hair, tanned skin and wrist tattoo I don’t think I’ll be dialing those digits.
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