It wasn’t really that fast but it didn’t stop much. I sat next to kind of a crabby lady. Note how I am innocently reading my Kindle and she is kind of invading my space. She had an iPad but I didn’t think that it in any way trumped my Kindle.
Being gauche Americans we order cappuccino any time of the day. An Italian would only have it in the morning if at all. We decided to try the caffe, straight espresso, looks a bit like mud. This was the only time we tried it (at the El Duomo Bar).
We can’t get it here naturally but we heard Naima was eliminated but at least she can fall back on working in her cafe in Sorrento (across the street from our B&B):
I saw a great web slide show on this that I will reference when I get a better web connection but here is one we witnessed personally:
Creative use of magazines left in the room and a pot from the kitchen
Is blogging about blogging an infinite regress?