Oh, what a night!

Wow. Wow describes my Saturday night perfectly. We live next door to our landlord, who has a son (mind you, he is not hard on the eyes) our age. While gathering wood for the woodstove he came out to say ciao. One thing led to another and we invited him over for drinks later that night to celebrate Jen’s 21^st. He said he would bring “a few” friends, come to find out a few means 6.  Trying to communicate with 6 Italian men, two of who speak a little English the rest speaking none was very very interesting! The more wine, whisky, and vodka that was poured the easier conversing became. They where hysterical attempting to speak English, it was adorable. We ended up playing a vocabulary translation drinking game, which was hilarious! We left to leave for the bar around 12 and man the bar was packed. The plus side to meeting nice locals is, not having to walk the 12 minute trek in the freeze cold and snow! After 3 shots of tequila, two mojitos, and an Irish car bomb I was a dancing fool. Swing dancing on the cobble stone street with charming Italian man is every girls dream, and mine came true! It was a blast! They were side-splittingly funny, had amazing Italian/English accents, and very charming! Tuscania is the friendliest little town filled with such warm, welcoming, and caring people! I hope every weekend from here on out can be half as amusing. After being cooped up in the house all weekend (because of all the snow) it was great getting out of the house and exploring the town as the locals do! My cheeks hurt from laughing too much and that is always a great way to end the night!