At about 4:00, I decided to get lunch. I've eaten everything that I own in our fridge except for a head of lettuce and some strawberries, so I decided to stop by the Forno that everyone was talking about to check it out. I got there and ordered my pizza and the baker tried to talk to me, which ended up being quite difficult because he knew limited English and I know no Italian.
Through a lot of gesturing and butchering of Italian, we established that I was from She-at-el and was an En-jin-eer-i of bee-ol-o-ji-a. And that I was a college student living in Trastavere. By then my pizza was ready and came hot out of the oven where it was being toasted. He put my pizza in a cute little take out box and then gave me two little pastries for free! Awww, so nice. =D.
Now I really want to go learn some italian and go back and talk to him again!
haha i love the italian part. i can totallyyy imagine you trying to talk to him and being like errrr... haha bring me back some pastries and pizza!!!!! me hungryyy :P
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