In each city I've visited, looking down the side streets is one of my favorite past times. The archways, the metal work over doors and windows, the laundry hanging seemingly haphazardly from windows and balconies, the stone streets.... all of these things tells a story of the inhabitants behind the walls of each place I encounter.
I found a map of Viterbo and followed it to the various parts of the city. I also met a couple of American girls who are exchange students here in Italy. Their italian was excellent and they were sweet and willing to share their experiences here. I met them in a little place I stopped for lunch. It was a Turkish place that sold something called a Donar Kabob. Yum! They said they have a "bob" about once a week to break the tradition of having pasta as the first course of every meal. It was good stuff. The gentleman who ran it was very patient and kind. It amazes me that here in Italy, when you order food at a little place like this one, they never want you to pay at first. Just relax and enjoy your food, then take care of the money. He told me to sit, sit, enjoy and eat. When I was finished, he was more than willing to wrap the rest of my sandwich (it was huge) and then asked me to remind him what I ate. It was relaxing as well and pleasing for my stomach.
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