Right now, I’m sitting at a lovely little table underneath a canopy outside a bar (a “bar” in Italy is more like a café in America).
Two Italian women sit at the table in front of me, gossiping, laughing, and playing with a little boy who would give anything to get out of his stroller right now. The owner keeps poking his head out to make faces at him, then he hurries back in to take care of a customer. At least, he did for a while, but I think he was a little too enthusiastic and the little boy started crying.
A free gelato. All better
I must admit it. He is very cute.
This little spot is fairly near the colesseo (I could see it if I turned the corner), so the occasional tourist walks by, but the people here are all locals. They know that I’m American, but I order in Italian, so the owner likes me.
These women talk very quickly, so I can’t catch all of it, but the boy’s mother is telling stories about him. With lots of gestures.
One of them just yelled through the door for a gelato with pistachio and strawberry. Hmm. I would never have thought of those two together, but next time I’m totally gonna order pistachio and strawberry and pretend to be legit.
Behold the coffee delight that I’m currently sipping. (sorry for the cell-phone quality)