What a pizza nonsense....

Day 3

Here we are in Italy, just outside Pisa. (And as you can see from the photo, I myself am just about to be on the outside of a pizza.....)

This part of Italy seems beguilingly familiar to me. Where I grew up (on the west coast of Scotland) there were lots of Italian immigrants, and the Italian language is one we heard daily. However, I was quite surprised today, to realise that I could tune in to the lingo so easily.

For example, the people at the next table were, I think, discussing Love Island.

'S'aloada'mince' said one.

'Sno'ma'fave' said another.

'S'awshite' said a third.

Honestly, it was almost like being in Glasgow......