Tiny Bits

When will they learn?

The bartenders in foreign countries have GOT to stop letting me behind the bar to "see what I can do." Learning how to make a shamrock in the head of the Guiness behind the tiny bar of an Irish pub was harmless enough (or was it...).

But Jaegerbombs at 3 am are only going to make all the locals curse my name in the morning.

Or propose...


How do you say...?

I just happen to think this is hilarious. I discovered it while rummaging around in the kitchen of the bar above, and perhaps it's humor lies in the fact that it was dicovered at 3:05 am, after a round of Jaegerbombs. But I'll give it a go anyway.

This is a squeeze bottle of ketchup (Mato Mato, naturally) with the word "squiz." I think that may be the cutest word ever. Espcially when its being exclaimed by a beanie-wearing gangsta tomato.

What's even better is that it's pronounced, "skweetz."


Awestruck



Um...

This is a piece of the wall from the ruins of a Roman home that can be found right outside Bugnara, the village I call home.

The home was built B.C. My guide was not certain exactly when, but that makes it over 2000 years old, at least.

There is nothing in the world like the feeling of holding a piece of the soul of an ancient civilization in your hands.

All I can say is, wow.


And on the stupid side...


Pronounced ow-toe-greeel.

This is the Italian version of Denny's. With much better food. Proscuitto cotto and bufala mozzarella on an assembly line.

The splendor of Italian delicacies combined with road-side, diner-esque convenience.

Could this be heaven?