Our Leon's away from Leon's

It's good to have a place to go. We were in Lucca for four nights. On night two, we found Trattoria da Leo. We returned two more nights. Not only did we find this little gem, but so did several other international flavors of ferners. For three nights in a row, we saw the same German couple, the same British couple and the same crowd of loser Americans. We had a good time making up stories about the other folks in the restaurant, a la Simon and Garfunkel in "America." (if you don't get the music connection, go buy Simon and Garfunkel's Greatest Hits and listen to the damn song...) Anyway, we did make up good soap operas about the couple who is apparently from Iceland who were in a snit because she wanted to have a baby and he wanted the Gellato. Then there was the wierd couple apparently from Wakistan who were arguing either about where to go for after dinner drinks, OR they were plotting the overthrow of the government of the independent and sovereign nation of Lucca, our new home. So, Trattoria de Leo is a lot like The Bridge, Leon's little hideout. There we see the same odd people, make up lies and eat/drink the same stuff, over and over and over again. Like I said, it's good to have a place to go. But we do miss Leon's.