Prego!
May 26th, 2004
Ciao once again. After 8 days in Italy, The Deedles and I are thinking fondly of the Amalfi coast with warm memories, expanded stomachs, and fucking huge bottles of souvenir limoncello.
The highlight of the trip, and something I’m considering continuing in America, was my saying “Prego!” to any/every comment made by someone else. I also used it as a catch-all response to questions I didn’t really wish to answer, such as “Isn’t this gorgeous?” or “Did you just fart?” or “Have you seen my sweatshirt?” I think “prego” techincally means something unable to be translated, like “you’re welcome,” or “no problem,” or “spaghetti sauce.”
Here are some digipics from the trip. Hi Dee! It’s your worst nightmare! More embarrassing photos of you on my blog!
My apologies for the lack of gratuitous Annie-eating-eggplant shots this time. There aren’t even any shots of food, period. We must have eaten it too fast. It was fucking amazing.
Oh wow. I actually went into some sort of trance for like three whole minutes just thinking about the food.
Leave a Reply