never let this American try to speak Italian

This morning Bob and I went to Misterbianco to do some shopping and just looking around. Had a great time. Something always happens, though, when we go somewhere alone.

Going into a nice little tavola calda (literally, hot table but it's a little, informal eating place with a couple of tables and a few dishes under glass for you to choose from) I saw some tortellini in a cream sauce that looked good. Knowing the girl didn't speak English I tried to ask if the tortellini had chicken in it. So........I asked, "Tortellini e gatto?"

Those of you with some understanding of Spanish (or Italian) know that I had just asked if there was cat in her pasta-------------tape my mouth and don't let me say anything!!!!! I haven't learned, "I'm sorry, I meant to say....." Luckily, my Italian accent is SO BAD that she might not have understood. One can only hope.

On another note, we were walking and saw a perfect picture of the typical Sicilian parking. Really. We see this all the time..........and no one minds.

The first pic -- well, that looked to us like Europe's most efficient gas station ... just fill 'er up while you wait in traffic.

Ciao