We're packed and ready to go! Here we are in our Palmabella's Italy shirts. We each have six to wear during our first group tour in Umbria. We even have our own logo! Our guests might see this often.
We had a fun "Buon Viaggio" dinner at El Agave in San Diego with Jane, Ken, Casey and Shannon.
Here are my mango shrimp and Brad's mole poblano:
I will leave you with this Italian themed joke:
"This is something to think about when negative people are doing their best to rain on your parade. So remember this story the next time someone who knows nothing and cares less tries to make your life miserable."
A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded:
"Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded, and hot, and dirty… You're crazy to go to Rome! So, how are you getting there?"
"We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a great rate!"
"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser. "That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?"
"We'll be at a charming hotel near Piazza Farnese. It is a great location by the Campo dei Fiori and an easy walk to Piazza Navonna, the Pantheon, and Travestere."
"Don't go any further. I know that area. Everybody thinks it's going be something special, but it's really a dump. The piazza is noisy, you can't sleep at night, and the rooms are so small."
"We're also going to go to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope."
"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. "You and a million other people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant."
"Well, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."
A month later, the woman came in for a haircut. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.
"It was wonderful," explained the woman. "Not only were we on time in one of Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot."
"And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a $7 million remodeling job, and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at no extra charge!"
"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I know you didn't get to see the Pope."
"Well, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me."
"Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he actually spoke a few words to me."
Now the hairdresser was amazed. "Oh, really! What'd he say?" she asked.
He said: "Dio Mio! Who fu*ked up your hair?"