After a 13 hour plane trip, we were picked up by Piero a stone mason that knew our Dad. We then drove, almost completely asleep, to Santa Marinella (a city 60 kilometers north of Rome). NANANANANANANANANA JET LAG!! Going to a different country where they speak a different language is confusing, exciting, and overwhelming.
It is amazing being in Italy for the first time, they have standards that are much different then in the USA. For intance my brother and I can eat at a bar and pizzeria at one in the morning. Where the bar is in the middle of the dining area. Piero spoiled us with a seafood lunch at his beach club, it was amazing.
Nutella is a huge thing in Italy, all they eat is basically Nutella, Gelato, Pastries, and Pasta (no joke).
