In Yer Aqueducts, Can Haz'ing Your Gelato

Our good friends Tony and Caroline (from San Diego) were married a few weeks ago and decided to come to Italy (Tony's family heritage) for their honeymoon. They wanted to meet up while they were there and travel a bit of the coast together.

So, we hopped a train from Théoule Sur Mer into Nice, and then down the Italian coast line until we hit Rome. Once we hit the boarder between France and Rome we realized we didn't know a stitch of Italian. Nope. Not even a "please", "thank you", or "where are the bathrooms?". Yea, oops.

We were so focused on learning French we had forgot all about the fact that we'd be spending the first day and a half in Rome where they don't speak French nor English. We were lucky enough once we got there to get a hotel guy who spoke broken English, which was great. But we felt stupid for not even thinking to figure out some polite ways of talking to the locals.

But, once Tony and Caroline showed up, we were all good. Tony is Sicilian so he knows just enough Italian to not get ripped off, find the good stuff in town, and more. Plus, Tony's a planner to the max. He had already found the best website for finding cheap Italian lodging. He planned our route, spoke the language, knew what areas of Italy were known for what foods (and made us eat them all), and got us from point A to point B the fastest and cheapest way possible. It was great. We called him our personal tour guide.

So, while in Rome we started our gelato and Hits (cookies) addiction. Tony always ordered a "coke a cola" with ice (if they had it). I write "coke a cola" that way because he never once said just "coke". It was always "coke a cola".

We visited the Vatican and the Colosseum and had more to see, but ran out of time in the day. The next day we were on our way to the Island of Capri, which was going to take all day to get to.