by Samantha Quintanar
Slightly jet-lagged, I had two intentions as I walked over to Cafe d'Italia: ingest caffeine and phone home. I walked up to the counter and asked "Un cappuccino per favore." Jake looked back at me humorously and said "No." He then pointed to his wrist, at his invisible watch, and said "time for beer."
I was later informed by Dr. C that Italians do not consume milk past certain hour, but at the time my spoiled American self did not want beer. I wanted a caffeinated beverage (preferably "to go").
I looked back up at Jake and said "Okay. Una birra." He responded with "No. I make cappuccino."
