*chatting-up the ladies with wet undies..... never a good thing Beni...*
*running away from the ladies because their packets of crisps are a bit more exciting..... once again, never a good thing....*
It has become a tradition since being in Italy that Friday night is 'Pizza Night'.
Always very exciting because not only do we get to partake of the deliciousness that is Italian pizza, but the boys get to have a packet of crisps and a drink while we wait for the pizza to cook.
And I get to have an ice cold beer. Bliss.
This 'Friday Night Pizza Night' just been differed slightly from the normal in that we sat and ate our pizza in the piazza where there was a wonderful buzz of life happening. As usual there were many Italian gentlemen sitting outside the cafe's in the piazza, no doubt talking about their wife's cooking (this is true!) and there was also a couple of Luca's friends from scuola who provided extra entertainment for him and Beni.
So I just let them run and play while Max ate the pizza. Which he always does ever-so-stylishly...
On the way back home I was serenaded in the street by some gentleman (I'm pretty sure he was sufficiently inebriated enough to give him a confidence boost), accompanied by our good friend Ulysse on the guitar.
That was a first for me. Didn't quite know where to look... so I took photos - and applauded and bravo'd appropriately at the end.
Pizza and a Serenade made for a more-exiting-than-usual Friday night. AND the boys were very well-behaved, so I was able to return home with a smile on my face.
Only one more 'Friday Night Pizza Night' by ourselves and then Austin will be here for the next few.