Dinner Party

Wednesday was long, with an exam in the afternoon. I am now puzzling whether orange is a lucky colour in Italy as this might be why ale, oli and massimilliano all wore orange jumpers!
The exam meant that there was only 30 mins for lunch - in my case a terrible "toast" from the bar. A toast is basically a toasted sarnie - in this case white bread, cooked ham and processed cheese - not exactly appetising! The atmosphere was a bit flat in the afternoon, so it was great when Luca suggested dinner at his house.
After some confusion jumping on and off buses, losing Luca, and almost his bag too, we arrived in Via Foscolo. Dinner was toasts - much, much better than the school version - quality bread and processed cheese, and Massimo was running quite an efficient production line. Vlasta cooked enough pasta with tomato sauce to feel a small army, and my main task was opening the wine - tough job, but someone has to do it!
We found out an hour and a bit into the dinner that Prodi had resigned after losing a vote in Parliament - which sparked a good political debate, and caused the relocation of the radio into the kitchen so we could try to hear an update, amongst finding naff songs to sing along to.
Chris arrived later on, by trusty Vespa, and then Percy bearing an ice cream desert with Fruits of the Forest which we ate with teaspoons from the carton.
Then coffee - and another debate about the merits of Illy vs Lavazza Oro. (We prefer Illy - and not just for the packaging!) before walking home - significantly chirpier than when we arrived!