(continued from yesterday)
Apparently the IPod plug arrived in Europe with us but the USB cable connecting the iPod to the plug itself did not. This Series of Unfortunate Events left us with the need to save space by lowering the picture resolution to those on par with mosaics. Here’s a sample of that…
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After struggling with this, we decided against it as it might be a difficult undertaking to find picture frames for our 8mm x 10mm pictures. To salvage this fiasco, we decided to turn our next day into an adventure: “The Quest for the Holy Cable”.
The next morning, Karen and I woozily woke up and stumbled our way to the breakfast table. I selected my choice cereal…
…and scooped some milk out of the cocktail bowl.
As I poured it on my cereal, I noticed that the Italian milk exhibited a peculiar lumpy texture, the texture of… yogurt!! Oops. Looks like this bowl is making its way to Karen.
I figured it was time to sober up through the potent aid of caffeine. I approached the coffee machine, depressed the button labeled “Cappuccino”, and voila! Out gushed this cappuccino…
I took a sip. Mmmm…… Not bad. Would have been nicer, though, had there actually been coffee in this cream. A nun later explained (with words none of which I understood), that to get Cappuccino, the cup needed to be filled with expresso first. In America, when I see a button labeled “Cappuccino” and I press it, I expect “Cappuccino”. Apparently the Italians think otherwise.
Then I picked up a couple of Italian breads. They are always deviously served cold and impart a sour taste. Italian bread is versatile, however, as it doubles as a weapon of mass destruction when tossed and can easily penetrate a wall or create an oversized bruise on a human target.
The Nutella has its origins in Italy and tasted just as good as the ones in the States. Then there was the Schinkencreme…
Took one bite. Yup. Cat food. Garfield would love this stuff.
Afterwards, we headed out toward the Main Terminal in search of our treasure. What would we find along the way? Would we find the cable? Find out next time… on my blog! 😛
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Thanks for the pictures of food… does it get better? Will our travelling hero and heroine find gastronomic bliss? We breathlessly await with bated breath.
it all looks good to me. i love pate and crusty bread!
The bread in italy reminds me of the chinese fighting muffins from charlie’s angels. I keep one next to my bed in case a thief breaks into my house at night…i can use it to beat him to a pulp!
We are going back to Europe next year right?
so far sounds like u guys had quite a fun time 😛
i lke the Nutella little packages.. so i don’t over eat over the jar! do we have that size here in the states?? waiting for your next blog!!!!