Vitto needed some stuff in town so we headed that way in his tiny Fiat to Piazza Armenia. We went to a Home Depot looking place and found some dirt (he called earth) and brainstormed on which poles to purchase for the dog pin. We then went to the super market and bought some veggies. It felt pretty Italian. It was the day before Easter and people were shopping for a feast.

Then, we went and had a cappuccino while he read the sport’s newspaper. He is a major AC Milan fan and wanted to watch the match at 7:30 pm or 19:30, depending on who you are talking to. However, we found out the game was actually at 12:30 and it was already 10:30, so we changed course. We drove to another town called Iona and went to a bar to ask if they were showing the game. They were.

We had an hour, so we went to his favorite bakery and bought some ancient grain bread and then to a wine distributor and bought 2 liters of his favorite red wine. It came from a box and was served in a plastic bottle. I’d call this a boss move. We then stopped at two people’s place unexpectedly and chatted for awhile. When we would meet his friends, he would talk in Italian/Sicilian for about ten minutes and then look at me and say “cowboy” and “Texas” and pretend to shoot a gun. Then, he’d drop my last name, which is hella Sicilian, and most people were pretty amused by that.