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　　As I walk pass the group of Italian's one of the men grabs a hold of my wrist and he says something in Italian to me. "I don't understand you." I tell him and he laughs.

　　"You're American right?"

　　"Yes, I am. Sorry, I haven't had a chance to pick up a book to learn your lovely language, but my husband sprung this trip on me at the last moment." I point towards Chad who is watching carefully.

　　The guy drops his hand. "Sorry," he clears his throat. "I'll let you get on your way. I don't want any trouble from your husband."

　　I leave the group and walk...