1,22
Latte Fr.A.Q.
1,37
Insalata Gen
0,38
Latte Fr. Int
1,30
Oro Duepic’c
2,34
637 Pom.Ross
1,90
Banco Taglio
1,01
Oro Piu’caca
1,53
Olive verdi
0,78
Bisc. Conad G
0,89
Pane Dolci I
0,55
Pomodori Pel
0,55
Doricream
0,65
Mais Pop Cor
0,60
Banco Taglio
27,21
Caffe Classi
2,09
Caffe Classi
2,09
Arance Taroc
2,55
TOTALE
77,55
Contanti
100,00
Resto
22,45
N.Pezzi 50
Oper: 10
Cassa 1 1
Regalo Bollini: 15
Codice: Bollini
Arrivederci e Grazie!
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La Cantinetta
Enoteca
Ricrea di Morresi G. & C.
SNC Viale Europa 36
Porto Recanati
EURO
Vino 1 8,66
Vino 1 7,80
Vino 1 7,40
Vino 1 5,40
Vino 1 7,00
Vino 1 9,00
Vino 1 9,00
Vino 1 6,50
Vino 1 6,50
Vino 1 5,00
Vino 1 5,00
Vino 1 10,20
Vino 1 9,00
Vino 1 14,00
TOTALE 110,46
Grazie!
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Travel Diary of Jane Harris
Travel Diary of
Jane Harris
The mayor said yes!!!!
It seemed touch and go there to me for a while, but Frau Schumacher totally came through for us! I couldn’t tell what she was saying to the big man behind the desk—a very intimidating desk, too, with lots of important looking documents all over it, for a very intimidating man, wearing a big green shiny sash over his track suit—but Cal later translated that basically, she said, “Marry these two delightful young people or I will make you sorry.”
Cal says he doesn’t know HOW Frau Schumacher was going to make him sorry, but the mayor apparently believed her enough to make a time in his schedule for Holly and Mark.
And OK, it’s super-early in the morning for a wedding— 9A .M.—but it’s better than nothing! Frau Schumacher was right about wedding breakfasts, I guess. That’s what they do here, instead of receptions.
Now all we have to do is drive to Rome tomorrow, get the form Holly and Mark need, and drive back.
At last, we can relax a little. We went grocery shopping for food for the rest of the week (and Cal and Mark hit the liquor store, this cute little shop called La Cantinetta in Porto Recanati. Frankly, I think 14 bottles of wine, champagne, J & B, and something called limoncello might be a bit much, but it IS a wedding, after all, even if it’s just four of us attending) and then came home and hit the pool right away. At least, Holly and Mark and Peter and I did. Cal got a call from his editor or somebody, so he’s sitting in the terrazza, yakking into his cell, saying things like, “But I said you’d have it next month. No, I never said that.”
