This morning we slept in. I think it was truly the first good night’s sleep we’ve gotten since we arrived. Maybe it is a sign that we have finally adjusted to the time change.
The G-man made our usual breakfast of eggs and prosciutto with toasted Tuscan bread drizzled with olive oil. After we cleaned up the kitchen and ourselves, we decided to walk down to the tourist information center just outside the main gate into Montepulciano. On the way, we stopped by the little coffee bar that is about 100 yards from our door. We ordered two cappuccino and stood at the bar to drink them. It’s much cheaper to drink them standing at the bar than to sit at a table. I’m not sure of the logic, but it doesn’t matter. We are only there long enough to toss it back and go. Two cappuccini for 2.20€. That is $2.97 USD. Nice.
We were at the coffee bar about five minutes and during that time I had the opportunity to observe some interesting interactions. A German couple, a French woman, and an English couple came in and ordered. Every single one of the them spoke to the barista (are they called that in Italy?) in English. Neither the German couple, the French woman, nor the English couple even bothered to ask the barista if she spoke English. They just switched right over and prattled on, taking for granted that she would know what they were talking about. During our first meal in a restaurant in Montepulciano, there was an eastern European couple seated near us. When the waiter came to take their order, they switched to English. Seeing so many non-English speakers switch to English made me laugh. Here, the G-man and I spent quite a bit of time learning enough Italian to have basic conversations and everyone else was speaking English.
When we returned from our morning outing, I got on the computer to download the bazillion pictures we took yesterday. I turned the television on just for background noise and guess what I see. The Dukes of Hazzard. That’s right. The Dukes of Hazzard in Italian. Last night, it was David Letterman in Italian. Seriously, if people outside of the States have a screwed up idea about Americans, is it any wonder? The best of any culture is seldom, if ever, found on television. Ok, enough. Off the soap box.
In the afternoon, we grabbed our cameras and walked around town. Have I mentioned how enchanting this place is? We see something charming around every corner and we have yet to turn all the corners here.
When we returned from our photo walk, the G-man whipped up a little culinary delight – AGAIN.