Italian arrividercis

So Friday the rain was pouring down but I decided not to let that stop me. I went out with a bunch of interns to Frescati which is supposed to be a lovely little town perched on some hills outside Rome. The whole venture seemed a bit pointless in that regard since it was dark outside (I saw nothing of the promised beauty)and anyway we never moved from the little rustic restaurant where we had our dinner. After driving for 90 minutes (the last half hour just going round in circles trying to find the elusive restaurant) we finally arrived, and we were starving! The food was simple and divine. Bruschetta,mozzarella, bread, some kind of dried garlicy squash.. And nondescript nice red wine to wash it all down with. It was so good!And the gang sitting around the table was great; everyone talked and ate and drank at the same time, the noise was incredible. And since there were about seven languages represented around the table nobody really understand one another in the din.. After dinner we said our long protracted goodbyes and piled into the cars again. I thought we were going home and I was looking forward to go to bed and just give up for the week. But no, it turns out that we were heading for this bar in the middle of nowhere, "Geronimo's".

I really should get some work done, I'll finish the story later (it's a good one too, it involves Italian bikers!).

Ciao!