We had been in the quaint little Spanish village of Gaucin for a week, my two young daughters and I. The anxiety I felt caught me completely off guard. What was I thinking, being in a foreign country where I knew no one, didn’t speak the language, and had two young children?!
My Mom and I were standing at a bus stop in Rome. It was our last afternoon in the eternal city, and we were hoping to squeeze in one final amazing Italian lunch before leaving for the airport. Read on for our pleasantly unexpected experience at Federico’s Italian restaurant in Rome. Traveling tip, never refuse an invitation from an Italian man!