We had one of our best nights yet in Rome... in an Irish pub. It happened to be Arthur Guinness' 250th birthday and the pub had a great Irish band to celebrate, so we settled in with our Kilkenny beers. It was great being in an English-first environment. I'm pretty sure Paolo, Giovanni, Guiseppe and the rest of the Irish band were the only ones fluent in Italian.
We chatted with a few exchange students from the US that reminded us of our boys (early 20's and full of life). We had their attention until the exchange girls showed up. We then moved over to a table with another couple who looked about our age. They had just arrived that day from Ireland to celebrate their 25th anniversary. You have to love it - their first night in Rome had to be spent at an Irish pub.
Sue has been working hard on her Italian but she was lost sitting beside the Irish guy who had a very thick Irish brogue. If he was speaking Italian, she could have asked him to slow down and repeat himself. But he was speaking English so she just dug her nails into my arm every time he spoke. I have to admit, I only understood enough to guess when to laugh and when to nod with a look of concern.
We had so much fun singing along to the Irish ballads (or at least the choruses) that we are looking into a getaway to Dublin while we're here.
Slainte! (Irish for "cheers", I think)
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