We all went out for pizza last night, it was very exciting, but I felt very sorry for the man who had to make our 50 pizza bases from scratch, they were spinning all over the place and by the time he had finished he must have been very tired. (I also noticed he was wearing an England football shirt, so as we left I pointed to it and stuck my thumb up and said Bobby Charlton)
I chose a Pizza Vesuvio because it sounded romantic, I didn’t really know what I was ordering, but that is all part of embracing the culture, but I recognised the word salami and I know I like that!
Everyone had something different, so we all swopped slices……
…… which meant that I was able to experience a whole smorgasbord of Czech/Italian pizza delicacies. 12 noms out of 10, it was that good!
Then, there was ice cream for pudding, I kept a small space in my tummy for mine as I knew it was coming. We were given the ice cream menu at the hotel a couple of days earlier as they had to be ordered in specially.
I opted for the Honey Fantasy ….. again nom, nom, nom. I am so glad I am not a fussy eater (apart from broad beans), I would miss out on so much!