Goodbye Dominos, Hello il Pizzaiulo!

Tonight we decide it was about time to have some real authentic Italian food. Since no one here eats at a reasonable time, we made dinner reservations for 9:30, but couldn't wait till then to eat so we made a pub crawl to the mom and pop pizzeria. After a whole margarita pizza and two glasses of wine later, we could definitely say we will never go back to "American Italian" food. Slowly we are blending in with the locals, by learning Italian (Very, very slowly), walking out in front of cars even if your not suppose to, walking in heals on cobblestone, not looking up at everything, and my personal favorite not forming lines for anything. When I get back to the states I am going to make some Americans very mad with my newly acquired Italian ways. But tonight I don't know if it was because the flowing wine, the very good food, or the time of dinner, but we were in and out of that pizzeria in 30 min (Very touristy).  I think they might feel insulted we didn't savor the meal, but I can insure you I enjoyed the hell out of that meal.

After the very filling meal, we were feeling pretty good and decided to walk some of it off, so we went to the Piazza del Duomo to people watch. (Dad you and I could go nuts here with spot the freak).