We try to have one day each week that is relaxing, meaning that Bill doesn’t have to drive the car. Since we leave Perugia tomorrow for our place by the Mediterranean, we decided to have today be our day of rest.
We visited the Perugia old city again, but this time we took a bus. For a euro apiece, we can leave the driving to them. Because we are such creatures of habit, we tracked down the same pizzaria where we had such delicious food a few days ago to eat lunch. This time we both got pizza. Bill was tempted to have pasta, but I told him I can and will cook pasta but I can’t make a pizza like they make. So we each ordered a different kind and shared. Bill had arugula and prosciutto; I had salami, tomato, and green olives. Both were wonderful.
We laugh, however, because while we are really trying to learn and use our Italian, they all know before any words come out of our mouth that not only are we not Italian, but we are American. Before we can say, “buon giorno”, they say, “hello.” Could it be my travel purse or could it be Bill’s travel pants? Or perhaps the pack hanging on my back. Hmmm. At any rate, when we walked into the restaurant, Bill began saying “Tavalo per due” and the man just interrupted him by asking, “Do you want a table for two?” By time August rolls around, we’ll have them totally fooled.
After visiting so many massive churches, tonight we went to Mass at the little church in the neighborhood in which our hotel is located. It was a pretty church, but so tiny. There were seven rows of seats on each side, and if people would squeeze, they could fit four in a pew. But the church itself was so lovely.
Next stop – Sestri Levante, a little town just north of the Cinque Terre.
We visited the Perugia old city again, but this time we took a bus. For a euro apiece, we can leave the driving to them. Because we are such creatures of habit, we tracked down the same pizzaria where we had such delicious food a few days ago to eat lunch. This time we both got pizza. Bill was tempted to have pasta, but I told him I can and will cook pasta but I can’t make a pizza like they make. So we each ordered a different kind and shared. Bill had arugula and prosciutto; I had salami, tomato, and green olives. Both were wonderful.
We laugh, however, because while we are really trying to learn and use our Italian, they all know before any words come out of our mouth that not only are we not Italian, but we are American. Before we can say, “buon giorno”, they say, “hello.” Could it be my travel purse or could it be Bill’s travel pants? Or perhaps the pack hanging on my back. Hmmm. At any rate, when we walked into the restaurant, Bill began saying “Tavalo per due” and the man just interrupted him by asking, “Do you want a table for two?” By time August rolls around, we’ll have them totally fooled.
After visiting so many massive churches, tonight we went to Mass at the little church in the neighborhood in which our hotel is located. It was a pretty church, but so tiny. There were seven rows of seats on each side, and if people would squeeze, they could fit four in a pew. But the church itself was so lovely.Next stop – Sestri Levante, a little town just north of the Cinque Terre.
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