Steph, Kelsey, and I decided to go get dessert and wine at the ristorante to escape the apartment for a bit. Pa had the night off, so we had to make our own entertainment: a few rounds of cards, and attempting to avoid the awkward stares of the chef. When I say stares, I mean like actually not breaking eye contact for minutes at a time. Our first couple experiences at the ristorante, as previously mentioned, the beautiful chef gave a good first impression. Now, it's just becoming creepy.

As expected, I come across cultural differences on a daily basis. So, here's another one to add to the list.