The weather for the weekend is bad in all directions and on top of that we learned that mountain huts are most crowded on weekends. So after our laundry chore and brush with the parking police we decided to make use of our rental car and drive over the Brenner Pass to Italy. Now neither of us can speak the language! And yet when we popped into a restaurant for dinner near our pension and the handsome Italian waiter took me by the arm, leaned in, and described each dish on the menu to me in intimate detail, I could understand every word! I ordered gnocchi with salmon and asparagus and Arlo ordered fried Camembert on top of veggies roasted in Italian olive oil. Goodbye schnitzel! (Food photos for Julie. :)
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OH MY GOD. A handsome, murmuring Italian waiter AND great food. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I'm at the office. It's Sunday. See you soon!
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