Great Food and A Few Sharks
So last night, as usual, we picked a dinner restaurant at random. Although maybe it wasn’t at random because we noticed that it was the only place in Italy that had chicken on the menu which is something that debbie had apparently been craving, maybe just to shut up my statements that she doesn’t have a very varied eating pattern. Anyway, there is no way to tell which are the nice restaurants and which are the really nice ones… apparently this was one of the latter. It was definitely worth it though because the food was exquisite. I had some of the best steak and potatoes with a nice green salad and debbie had a chicken somethingorother. It was one of those meals that you see in cooking commercials that just look too well put together to be something you are supposed to eat. Don’t worry though, father, we took pictures so you will get to see it too. For dessert we had some chocolate cake with a white chocolate filling. At first it looked small but then we realized it was so rich that you could not eat one of these small loaves alone. After that we went into the main square to have coffee and drinks (along with peanuts which was one of the more exciting moments of my trip). There were two girls from California sitting next to us and I pointed out that the waiter was hitting on them, although he was being too subtle for debbie to notice. At some point they were approached by two Italian men, and this flirtation was noticed even by debbie. They were trying to get them to go to a night club in sorrento. At some point during this the waiter that had been hitting on them walked up and said to the girls “be careful of all the sharks in Amalfi”, for those of us who are males, we know that this is just not called for in any way. I mean what a blatant attempt to foil their plans. It was pretty funny all around and the two men ended up retreating, but promising they would be back at midnight. We however didn’t stick around to see what happened.
 Debbie wants to add:
First off, Matt left out the best part of that story, haha. The men, particularly one of them, who approached the two women from California, were the typical suave Italian men. One of them looked a bit older than the girls, and he was wearing a red polo with one too many buttons undone. They knew exactly what to say it seemed, even though their english wasn’t great. Anyway, Diane, the water is a teal blue and it is beautiful, to respond to your question. It was filled with a lot of salt a tiny bit cold, but nothing compared to the beaches at home. We swam for a while and are going back today. And, my parents have been very good about keeping in touch now haha thanks for the concerns though. I don’t think there were as many internet points in north carolina as there are here.
Anyways, much love
Matt and Deb
Good story. Great title.
Comment by FierceBaby — June 21, 2006 @ 9:11 am
You two are the best. These regular updates, amusing and informative as they are, make my day. Thanks.(And Dad’s right; I have been writing “check blog” into my schedule at work so I don’t have to wait until evening to know how your day is going.)
Comment by Mother K — June 21, 2006 @ 11:19 am
Aha! Just as I supected. How come you plan your son and Debbie into your daily too-busy-to-breathe schedule, but not “Call hubby and give sloppy, exuberant smooches over the phone.”
Comment by michael — June 21, 2006 @ 12:12 pm
“Call hubby and give sloppy, exuberant smooches over the phone.†does not fit into my appointment book, “Check blog.” does.
Comment by Mother K — June 21, 2006 @ 12:42 pm
Debbie,
Diane and I traveled a fair amount in our youth (pre Matteo), and though we flitted with culture, we mostly sought out countries with enticing beaches. Call it communion with the fishes or baptismal baths or whatever, but many of our best memories include floating on a waterbed of blue far, far away from our daily lives.
For me, and I echo most other readers of your near-daily offerings, my wishes are for you two to have fun. Matthew, the teacher that he is, has helped me greatly in that respect. I remember one moment on our family vacation to Hawaii, when Diane and I were following my brother Peter’s lead as he swam out to where the dolphins play. I tried to persuade my son to come, but Matthew, knowing he couldn’t at that young age swim the great distance, nervously said, “Dad, please, all I want to do is enjoy my vacation.â€
P.S. Since then he’s become less diplomatic. “Dad, isn’t it a miracle I survived your parenting?â€
Comment by michael — June 21, 2006 @ 12:47 pm
Debb,
So now that you’ve seen Italian men with one too many shirt buttons undone, I think you should keep your eyes peeled at the beach. Italian men are known to wear little “marble bags” that hide practically nothing! Don’t stare, haha …. or wear reflective sunglasses so he doesn’t know you’re checking him out. And for you, Matt, any topless beaches in Amalfi?? Your gourmet dinner sounded molto bene, but should we be expecting an email pleading for more money?? Enjoy every minute of all this resort has to offer. It sounds heavenly!
Love you both,
Sharon
Comment by Sharon — June 21, 2006 @ 3:21 pm
Boy, I so wanted to say some of the things Sharon shared, but not in a million inhibited years was I going there.
Comment by michael — June 21, 2006 @ 4:22 pm
“Don’t worry though, father, we took pictures so you will get to see it too.”
So when do we get to see these pictures? I can’t wait.
Comment by pesky godson — June 21, 2006 @ 5:12 pm
ROFL!
-rightpaw
Comment by rakkity — June 21, 2006 @ 5:27 pm
SHARON!! I’m shocked. I was going to ask very diplomatically* whether Debra was relieved or disappointed she had the protection of Matthew now that she’s seen the local men in action.
*But I don’t have time to figure out a diplomatic way of asking.
And Michael — I have to say; the fact that Mother K has to WRITE A REMINDER in her planner to check the blog suggests … well, I just wouldn’t be all that jealous.
Comment by I don't dare sign this — June 21, 2006 @ 8:02 pm
‘Italian men are known to wear little “marble bags†that hide practically nothing! Don’t stare, haha …. or wear reflective sunglasses so he doesn’t know you’re checking him out.’ Fabulous motherly advice.
Comment by another mom — June 22, 2006 @ 10:57 am
haha mother, I’m shocked and disturbed at your comments. just kidding, yea the dinner was great and we are spending a lot of money of course, but doing well still. unfortunately, all of the men with the so called banana hammocks are either old men or babies lol. i told matt he should invest in a speedo, he disagreed though.
Comment by Debbie — June 24, 2006 @ 12:38 pm
Marble bags and banana hammocks.The blog has morphed into the Late Show With David Letterman.
Comment by michael — June 24, 2006 @ 2:22 pm