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Day One |
We stopped here to spend the night and learned two things: that the Italian language that my husband learned from his grandpa does not work well and can get you in trouble and ordering a tall beer means exactly that: a tall beer, a really tall beer. Our first impression of the town was not very good, the streets were dark and empty and we could not find a good restaurant so we kept walking and finally reached the center of town, and there they were: it seemed like the whole population of town was walking up and down the public square or, as it is called by Italians, piazza, discussing who knows what and that is how we experienced our first "La Passeggiata" and loved it. Our hunt for a restaurant turned out to be successful and the menu was in English. |
Our next mission was to find a dessert and we decided to try out some of the famous Italian "gelato" and my husband decided to try out his Italian ordering it. After a few strange looks and unfriendly glances we decided it would be better to use the combination of hands and English. It worked and soon we were walking around the piazza with ice-cream cones in our hands and happy smiles on our faces. After a discussion with our kind hotel hostess about our attempt to order the ice-cream in Italian, my husband decided that it would be much better idea to stick with English from then on. Perugia is the center of the Italian province of Umbria. The city itself is even older than Rome and its history goes back to Etruscan times and it is first mentioned in 310 BC. |
Well… that still doesn't mean that we knew what we ordered and one of the things that we ordered was as simple as beer. While we were chatting with a lovely couple seated next to us, my husband convinced the waiter that nothing but a tall beer would do. A little while later a tall beer arrived and our eyes got unusually big and wide open: it was the biggest glass of beer we have ever seen - except the one in the world book of records - while our new acquaintances looked with curiosity if my husband would be able to drink it all. Well… he did and he managed to walk back to the hotel too. |
