It's party time - "Per favore si puo, fare una foto quie?" (Please may I take a photo?) Knowing a little Italian paid tremendously throughout the trip, but nowhere as much as in Spello. We walked past what was clearly a private neighborhood party. Two women were cooking sausages and steaks on the open-hearth fire pictured. It was quintessentially Italia. Jen was not wanting to bother the revelers. When I saw there were boxes of flowers on the floor, it became too tempting to not ask. What followed was the best experience of the trip. We were invited to not only take photos, but to eat and drink and dance as if we were part of the family.