We hooked up with the American group I mentioned before and went out to dinner. Helpful hint, always go to dinner with a guy who put together tours for a living. Rocky already knew the guy who runs (owns?) the restaurant, and while he says his Italian is not fluent, it's certainly conversational. He ordered, we ate, it was AMAZING.
We also drank, compared stories, and nearly got into a fight with a bunch of Norwegians having a company get together in the next room. Then one of the Norwegians came over to talk... and wound up feeling up Lyle (Christine, Dan, Dustin, someone be sure Tyke finds out about this). Lyle was pretty much sober, but his new friend Rolf was... not. Just as I was preparing to throw down with my best MMA technique, some older Norwegian dude who seemed like he was very much in charge picked Rolf up with two fingers and flicked him back into their room.
We made a quick exit, where (having told the David Allen Coe bar fight story - hi Brian) we did an impromptu performance of "You Never Even Call Me By My Name" in the streets, where we met two other (much more sober) Norwegians from the same group. About this time it seemed prudent to make our way back to the hotel, but we're hoping to get together with Rocky and Robin again, if not on this trip, maybe on one of their tours.
Yeah, tonight we were "those Americans" and we had a blast and made new friends, and hey, isn't that what travel is really about?
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