Vita Sotto il Sole: Random Liz and I in Rome stuff

I would have made a whole lot more sense to post these little stories before leaving for Croatia, but not having internet in the apartment made that pretty much impossible. Whatever, better late than never.

We did have that dinner at Pizzaria Baffetto off Piazza Navona; it was really good pizza. But more importantly, we ended up sitting beside two Roman guys named Massimo and Paolo. They were really nice and very informative about many things. I think my favorite part of the night was when they wrote down the best curse words to use in Italian and Liz kept screaming cazzo (fuck) to make sure she was saying it right. Poor Paolo looked like he wanted to be swallowed up by the side-walk. It finally hit home when I told her, “stop yelling that so loud; it would be like me sitting at the Majestic Café and repeatedly yelling FUCK”. Hilarious!!

cursing in Italian. Not sure why the picture has rotated itself.

Tuesday night, before we left for Croatia, we went to a great little wine bar on Via delle Croce near Piazza Spagna. Liz and Fred found it when they were in Rome in October. It’s really cute inside, serves delicious olives and cheeses, and has a great selection of vino. Our bartender’s name was Massimo; however, he told Liz it was Gulliver, so Gulliver it has become. He was hilarious and was willing to joke around with us. In fact, we taught him one of the best all time American phrases that Liz and I use often. . . . giddyup (Loralei, I know you appreciate that one) There are no words to describe how hard we laughed when he said it with his Italian accent and then got one of the other waiters to say it too. . . .GEEDDYUPA. I think that word became the catch phrase for the entire trip. All over Europe, people are using GEEDDYUPA as the American way to say cheers. God, we are such assholes.