Rosanne and I had lunch, along with my sister, Denise, at the nice Restaurant at Kellogg Ranch. This is part of their hospitality program and staffed by students.
I love having a nice caffé (as the Italians call it) after a nice meal.
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Another amazing part of Italian life is the piazza — the outdoor living room of Italian towns large and small.
I sat at the cafe here, having my espresso and chocolate crossing and watching the world go by — a wonderful thing to do at any time of day.
I remember this day specifically as I walked into the cafe and ordered a ”caffe, per favore.” As I am clearly NOT and Italian and with Milano being a big tourist town, he responded ”Caffe normale?” This was my cue to use my somewhat limited and strangely accented Italian to say let him know I spoke a few words and, indeed, wanted the usual coffee that the Milanese drink. He was quite happy I spoke Italian and I explained that my wife’s family was Italian so I had to learn the language a bit.
This happened again and again in Milan and led to some great conversations in both English and Italian with shopkeepers, bar owners, and restauranteurs throughout my trip.
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One of the many cups of caffè we drank in Sicily on our last trip to visit family. There is something truly special about coffee in a bar served in china even when you are at an auto stop along the freeway.
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