Domenica in Rome.
After church at the English College, I walked to one of my favorite trattoria in Trastevere – and found myself there a little too early for lunch.
So I walked down Vicolo del Piede to fuel myself with un caffè and a miniature pizza pomodoro (the size of a saucer).
What I ordered was un piazzetta (a small piazza) instead of un pizzetta (a small pizza). My misplaced “A” made the staff smile.
I need and want to abandon my timidness and be willing to sound silly. Better that than order a cawfee, eggs and bacon.
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