here comes the rain again...

A glass to whomever can name the band that brought us that line.

I just returned from my first night out, after a couple weeks in Europe. Dinner began at 9ish. I arrived at 2125, partly due to maps.google.com not being able to decipher side streets, alley-ways, etc. I rolled around Sante Croce and Piazza S. Firenze looking for http://www.acquaal2.it/

I spoke with numerous people, all of whom did not know where this ristorante is located. Finally, after 40 minutes in a downpour, I was there. Wet.

Now, my bike gear is meant to withstand rain, after all, I study and ride in Salem, Oregon. BUT...I do not ride for 40 minutes in deluges...I find some form of respite before my rain slicker is soaked through. Darn it.

But, what can one do? Drink an extra glass of wine, perhaps. Or, when getting ready to leave, have a sambuca (without the con la mosca, Liana...they were out of coffee beans). My steak in vinegar was molto bene...the pasta samplers were primo...first night out. Not quite epic, as there was no disco, but certainly worth mentioning.

Now for bed...