Our first full day went well. We made the drive back to the Pisa airport to recover Nancy's "lost" bag, which had apparently been held up by a TSA inspection in the U.S. The zipper lock was gone, but otherwise everything was intact.
After the pausa we made our way to the nearby village of Camaiore, a bit inland of our location, to do some errands: getting a new SIM card for our second Italian cell phone, which had expired; buying more credit for the first phone; getting some groceries and sundries.
By 6:30 p.m. we're ready for dinner, but our restaurant of choice "Lo Spietato" has yet to open and we go to kill time at a bar/pizzeria nearby. There we watch a parade of locals coming in for a refresher on the way home from work, and I try one of the Campari-based drinks that seem to be a favorite. The barman tells me that in his neighborhood the drink is called a "Spritz," but in Massa, they will call it something else. He gives me a giant plastic pen with the bar name imprinted on it as a parting gift.
Dinner at Lo Spietato is terrific, as usual; and as usual, we are the first to arrive at 7:30 and on our way just as the place is mobbed at 9:00.
We register the day a great success, especially linguistically, as we have negotiated the entire day and several involved transactions without resorting to English.
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