Hannibal, you're getting me worried. On that last European trip I couldn't do up any of my trousers anymore by time we headed home. The only thing that kept them up was my belt, and that was on the last hole.
I reckon that meal we had above Como alone must have had a million calories.
I must say the best meal of the whole round Europe trip was in a small resturant in Noventa de Piavi. We were wine and dined like kings and we were treated like long lost family. Ah la dolchi vita! Bravo Italia!
Heavy!!! :shock: you're not kidding it was like swollowing a black hole; small objects were going into orbit around my stomach. And that was only one of the courses!!! :eat2: ig1:
Sure did taste good though. :wink: