Our friend and Italian tutor, Lucia, with her boyfriend Angelo, and Angelo's 6 year-old son Samuele....in case you're wondering, Samuele doesn't own a turban....the Indian restaurant loaned it to him for this picture. Thanks to Lucia's teachings, we are now quite comfortable talking about ourselves (Io sono uomo di affari -- I am a businessman) and asking others where they are from (Di dove sei?). I'd say we're fluent.
This is Francesco, the manager at the sports bar we went to every Sunday to watch live NFL games. By the 3rd week, he knew Pallavi was a Diet Coke type of gal.
Here's Gonzalo (or, as Pallavi liked to call him, 'The Gonzalvo'). He's our favorite bartender at Moyo, the bar we went to most often.
This is Shyam Yadev. We didn't exactly befriend him, but he was our waiter at an Indian restaurant called 'Salaam Bombay'. He made quite an impression on us with his highly-opinionated views on Italians, Indians, New York City, and the Swiss landscape. Definitely a character. Also, standing next to him made me feel very tall.
I present to you Fio and Filipo. Our friend Gene in Minneapolis hooked us up with these two colleagues of his here in Florence. We had a terrific lunch with them, got the inside scoop on Florence, as well as the Italian scoop on Gene. Good times.
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