England, Day 1
August 23rd, 1998 by Jim Clark
After a brief nap (we were pretty jacked up after the long flight), we decided to go find someplace to have dinner. We got dressed and left our room, without a map, directions or any sort of a clue as to where the hell we were going.
I didn’t expect to experience a massive disorientation. All the streets here are taking me a while to get used to; they all go off in all different directions, half of them aren’t even marked, and all the buildings look the same! I got all turned around and lost. None of these street signs make any sense. I feel totally out of my element. Thank God that Lisa was paying attention to where we were going.
We wandered around for a bit, passing lots of restaurants as we went, but apparently nothing much stays open late on Sunday nights. Finally, after about a half an hour, we found La Fontana Ristorante Italiano and hand some great Italian food. Again Lisa ordered something she didn’t like all too well (that’s 2 for 2) but I thought it was good. The owner was an older guy, probably in his late fifties, and he was extremely nice and charming. To us, anyway. Every few minutes he would turn and bellow at the waitress (I think it was his daughter), but anyway he’d scream in Italian or French or something. Then he’d throw a pan on the ground and stomp out of the kitchen, and come up to our table all nice and smiling and sweet. It was creepy and yet fun all at once.
It had stopped raining by the time we started back to the hotel.
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