Granted, few top my favorite of the summer, "Excuse me, there was a flood here in October, right?" "Yes..." I responded.
"What noise did it make?"
But, the other night, questions like, "The spaghetti, are they cooked?" "Yes, we don't serve raw crunchy spaghetti", I responded, knowing this was going down a path that would leave me shaking my head. "Ah, ok, but do you cook it in water or what?"
"The lasagna al ragu...I can't have gluten, can you make it with no lasagna?"
"How long will it take me to get to Monterosso or the Cinque Terre from here?"
"What does in "Ligurian style" mean?" "We are in the region of Liguria, it means it's cooked in a traditional style." (as I walk away from table, she whispers to her husband, "This girl doesn't know anything, we're in Monterosso, not 'Liguria' or whatever she said. I even checked the map when we got off the train!")
Australian woman to me: "The water here is safe to drink, right?"
"Tap water isn't really drank in Italy - in fact, most places won't serve you it, and at home you even drink only bottled or filtered water. But if you drink tap water at your hotel or something, you probably won't die", I responded.
"Ah, ok", she nodded, seriously. "You're obviously American, so you understand me - you know how it is in these third world countries. You can never be too careful!"