It’s all quite hilarious, but the best part is Fat Bastard, or ‘Ciccio Bastardo’: instead of a Scottish accent, he speaks in Neopolitan dialect – which always seems to be the go-to choice for the most colorful/eccentric/lovably ignorant characters.
Can’t imagine the havoc there. On the agenda: dinner with Renzi, late night stroll in Piazza Navona, meeting with the Pope in the morning, and private tour of the Colosseum tomorrow afternoon… The man certainly knows how to see (and shut down) a city.
I stop to give directions to a stumbling group looking for the nearest pub, and as they leave one says: “by the way, your English is fantastic!”
Except when it rains and they all flood and you get stuck at the Autogrill for six hours. #truestory
I’m surrounded by Nespresso machines at home and at work. Now I’m so doped-up on Arpeggio capsules I could run a freaking marathon.
My son has just started doing that funny backward Italian hand wave.
Macellaio: That’ll be 60 euro.
Me: Seems like a lot – the guy I ordered from said it would be around 30…
Macellaio: 30 euro, for a 35-pound turkey??
Me: 35 pounds?? I asked for a 10 to 12-pound turkey!
Macellaio: Ooooh, wait a second – you ordered the female turkey… You must be the OTHER American!
Yay for being one of two in town… with a smaller oven, apparently. Happy Thanksgiving!