So I'm walking around the lake yesterday and who do I see but Italy Man.
I don't know his real name. He is short, dark, and always talking on his cell phone. And this is what makes my day. I don't get many chances to hear someone speaking Italian here in Minnesota. And DIH looooves to hear that lovely, lovely language.
Anyway yesterday there he was, cell phone glued to ear, talking to somebody back home. If DIH's extremely spotty Italian is anything to go by, he was explaining the Minneapolis lakes system. "Minneapolis e come Molino," he said, Minneapolis is like Molino.
I gotta dig out my old guidebooks. Where the heck is Molino? Anybody know?