A little story…and Filet al Porto, tomorrow.

There isn’t a recipe in this entry. There is however a story. Let me know what you think?
There is a recipe to follow tomorrow. Fillet al porto. It was in Italy. And it was AMAZING!!!! I’m going to attempt to recreate it for dinner tomorrow night. We actually went to the same place twice, once the night before we left Rome because it was so, so, good.

We were recently on a fantastic trip to Italy. We went on a what I realized was a vacation in the middle of our vacation. What I mean is we went to Malta. Malta was much more relaxing, quieter, smaller although none less spectacular than the rest of Italy which we saw. We chose, and were fortunate enough to stay at a very nice hotel. The kind of place where you show up and the staff greets you with hot towels and fresh squeezed juice in served in fancy glassware, to refresh you from your travels of course. We shared a couples sea salt scrub and massage amongst other delights. There was also a sauna, steam, gym pool we were able to relax in. One night my husband and I decided to relax in the hot tub. We dressed appropriately in our bathing suits, white fluffy robes complete with matching terrycloth slippers and ventured to the spa area. I have to tell you I don’t like public hot tubs. I find them disgusting. In my mind it’s a bunch of strangers being given the opportunity to slough off their dead skin while they sweat who knows what. Then, their dead skin, sweat and all it’s little organisms are given the opportunity to stick or seep in to my skin. It’s not that I’m any better, I simply find this thought to be unsettling to say the least. In fact my husband actually calls the hot tub contents “people soup”. I recently asked him to stop if he was ever going to get me in one again. That said, we were on our honeymoon, and well what one won’t do for love and togetherness. So, we got to the hot tub, and actually it wasn’t that daunting for me as there were no people in the soup. We got in and I realized why, it was a warm tub. Really, maybe 60 degrees. Okay, given my precious explanation on hot tubs, we didn’t stay. We decided to take a sauna. At least that would be hot. We found the cozy little room and went inside. It was warm. However, it was the kind of sauna with the rocks to pour water on to make it hot so I figured we were in business. The only problem was that there were two british men in there already who didn’t seem to mind the slightly warm, damp air. So much for that… My husband left as it got a little hot when I poured the last cups of water on the stones… The two British men ( older and a bit round, in speedo’s of course) The older gent sitting across from me, was sort of leering at me because, when I splashed the last bits of water on the stones, some of it hit his leg, and he didn’t like it too much. It was a total accident. It also turned his somewhat tepid sauna into an inferno. At any rate he was leering at me or looking me up and down like a piece of candy. I was getting w bit uncomfortable, and thenI leered back and I noticed that he had larger breasts, a little hairy, and I thought they resembled little mariachi men ( you know the mexican guys with the sombreros, and the long curly mustaches, okay, well that’s what his nipples looked like..) I had to focus on something because not only did I make it uncomfortably hot for everyone, I accidentally burned someone and wrecked their relaxing evening. I realized then I had to leave the sauna, and couldn’t wait to share the story.
One cool hot tub. One hot piping hot sauna and a new name for when I’m feeling uncomfortable… Mariachi nipples. It was quite the show in my head!!
Ciao for now,

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