You ask, you ask

Well, it started out like any normal Saturday. I missed breakfast because I woke up and took a shower instead of going downstairs. Who only has breakfast open until 9:30AM? Really? It didn't matter because Allie brought me yogurt and an apple.
Erin, Allie and I decided to go get our laundry, and thank goodness he didn't charge extra for keeping them an extra day. We will be giving him all of our laundry from now on; they smell so clean!
When we got back we got ahold of Connor and Gunnar and made plans to go to the market for lunch and some shopping around. They said they'd be here in a half hour. They lied. We finally left an hour later and went to the fresh market. We got apples, peaches, grapes, carrots and cantaloupe. This place is amazing. They have every fruit and vegetable imaginable, and its picked fresh daily. And super, super cheap. Off the side of the produce is what we have dubbed Italy's Pike Place Market. We got a few small baguette's and some cheese and went out to the park to have our lunch. Somehow we talked the boys into going shopping for the rest of the afternoon. We went through all the street vendors and made our way past the doumo to some swimsuit stores and H&M. They bailed on us at H&M, but they were troopers so we let them go. We made one last stop at another swim suit store and it was kind of set up like Victoria's Secret. All they had out were models of the swimsuits they have, and then below that were drawers were all the sizes were. While Allie and Erin were looking through the models, I got curious as to what was in the drawers, and so I opened one and looked in then closed it. This happened in a manner of 10 seconds. The salesgirl walked away from Erin and Allie to come to me and say 'you ask, you ask' and pointing at the drawer. I'm not entirely sure how much English she knew, but my 'I'm sorry, I was just looking' got her to walk away. I guess that's my 'rude American' act of the day. That's the only thing I'm finding annoying here. They are really stuck up and finicky about stupid things. And, while I'm on my little rant, why is nothing free? Not water, not bread, not refill's (don't even get me started on the fact that they don't have ice)... In America if a restaurant (this goes for McDonalds here too!) doesn't do free water, refills, or bread we get mad and leave. Or complain. Here it's the norm. You have to pay for everything. And they're cover charge is also stupid. We just began realizing that anytime we sit down at a place that also does stuff to-go we are getting charge like $1.50 more just because we're eating there. Ridiculous Italians.
Okay, sorry, I'm done.
We walked home and chilled for an hour or two until we met up with the group to go out to dinner. We wanted to stay close to the pensionne so we decided to go to this place we have walked past everyday that looked good, and moderately priced. It was good, but not moderately priced. Half of the group left, the other half of us decided to pair up and split things. But we aren't going back there again. The same liter bottle of water I got last night for $2.50 was $5 here. Not happening.
And this is when the night began to take a turn. We all came back to the pensionne, and since most people had bought wine or what not, we decided it would be cheaper to drink our stuff then pay for overpriced drinks at a bar or club. Other than our room getting extremely hot, it was fine. Billy said he had heard of a good bar, so we let him lead. It was a nice bar, too nice. It wasn't a young kids place, so after they had already put together tables and everything, we left. They were expensive and not exactly the place we wanted to be. So we decided to head back to the Fish Pub we were at Thursday night.
There was a good number of people there when we showed up. Somehow Allie, Mariah, all the guys, and I were the only ones not a little tipsy at this point. When we walked in this low 20's, high 30's guy comes up to us wearing this ridiculous hat. He was already drunk and loud and that didn't seem to help our girls we were close to being there. For the next 15 minutes all they did was scream America. It went downhill from there fast. We decided we needed to either take them out of there and go home, or find a club. We had made plans to go to the secret bakery at 1AM but Allie had left the directions in our room, so instead Allie, Billy and I left to go back to Bonifacio and left Mariah and the rest of the boys to watch the girls and to bring them back in an hour.
The rest of the night was not what we intended. We never made it to the secret bakery. Allie and Billy helped our neighbors with a few things, and when Gabby got back it was obvious everyone had gone home and going back out was out of the question.
At least the secret bakery is every night, not just weekends. And tomorrow is Sunday, which means doing nothing and sleeping in. Good night.

Saturday, September 17th