Well, first I got cleaned up and dolled up to explore. I was strolling around really enjoying myself, but I was too intimidated to go in anywhere to get food.
I was feeling anxious about speaking Italian, and knowing what dishes were vegetarian friendly, and any other etiquette I should know. Finally, after a fair bit of walking around, I plucked up the courage to go in. While I was waiting to get in, I over hear this American mom and daughter talking animatedly and they reminded me so much of me and my mom, that I was stupid and impulsive. I told them it was my first time on my own in another country and alluded that I would like to join them if they didn’t mind. They did mind. And made me feel like a creep.
I scurried back to my hotel, and so it was that I almost went to bed hungry in the most exciting country food wise in the world.
The end gets happier. After deciding I’d have to go back out and get something, I finally reached a Pizzeria that I ordered from almost entirely in Italian. So, I ended up with a mushroom pizza to take back to my hotel room. I must have been so tickled with myself that I was letting off an extra confident glow because on my way out of the restaurant, an Italian asked me for directions! All I could say to him was “My Italian isn’t very good. Do you speak English” and when he nodded, said in English “I’m sorry, I don’t know where that is”. It may not have been the most helpful interaction for him, but I was stoked that someone thought I looked like I knew what I was doing.
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