One of the funnier moments of our adventure to the Vatican today happened on our way down from the top of the dome. As we were walking down and came to an open terrace over looking the city, there was a small coffee shop. So we decided to go in and get a hot coffee or espresso or something warm. So we go in and I try and order in Italian and it fails miserably. One of the men who worked there sensed our tourism and asked us where we were from, when I said California he asked us what we wanted. Thinking it was a delicious white chocolate drink of some sort we both ordered the latte bianca. He paid for it and we got our drinks and took a sip...latte bianca apparently means hot, foamy milk because that is what we tasted in disgust. Feeling embarrassed and touristy we booked it to where the exit was to save ourselves some embarrassment. Guess you could say it was a bit different from Starbucks!
Heh heh, now that's a nice change of pace, posing with a milk drink and not vino!! Don't forget your little menu master or you could find yourselves in some real lollapalooza misunderstandings!
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