From Athens to Rome

After the tour of the Vatican and Castel Sant’Angelo a group of 10 of us decided we were going to go out to lunch so we wandered around like we normally do. That’s just the way you’re supposed to find good things to eat.. wander until you get lost.. and once you’re lost, you’re probably around a good restaurant. However, this time we weren’t too lost, we were around where we stayed the first few days, Hotel Tiziano. 

We were all hanging out and talking and all of the sudden one of the waiters walks around the table and comes up to me and says “this is for you”. Of course I read the paper and I start blushing and become extremely confused.. so the waiter points to this guy standing by the entrance of the restaurant with his friend. Then he writes down his name, Pierluigi. So Pierluigi comes over and attempts to talk to me.. except minor problem. He speaks no English and the only thing I know how to say in Italian is thank you. So the waiter is translating for us.. and he asks me how old I am and I say 21? Um who am I and why was that just blurted out of my mouth with no thought that that’s not my actual age? ..I just think I’ve been living in Athens, Georgia too long and will eternally be 21 regardless of my actual age. Well anyway, Pierluigi is 22 so no big deal the waiter walks off singing the wedding bells song.. so apparently I’m marrying Pierluigi.. although we might have some communication issues.