Next, sorry to my fellow Americans but I probably tinged one shop owner's impressions of American tourists forever this morning. We were chatting (in Italian no less) as she wrapped up my purchases, two small ceramic dishes (Pesaro is known for its ceramics), and I almost forgot to pay, oops! After this little snafu, I decided to people watch in the Piazza del Popolo. The nicest moments happen when you just sit and wait. The cutest little boy randomly came up to me and started playing with me. His parents should probably teach him not to hug strangers but he was so cute singing in Italian and he was utterly fascinated by all my piercings. I also apparently saw a famous Italian TV producer in the piazza (as a woman who walked by, told me in a starstruck voice).
This weekend there will be no time to "stop and smell the roses" as I am off to Umbria for the weekend starting tomorrow!