Visiting the Italian cheese and wine shop last week was enjoyable. The area was charming. When we first visited the cheese shop, the man who came out and presented the various cheeses and meets was incredibly kind; he was patient while our co-host Hope translated his Italian for the class. The cheese shop was so petite that there was no feasible way to cram everyone in there, so we did the tasting in the street; this included lots of maneuvering for vehicles. While the standing and changing places may have been uncomfortable on the cobblestone streets, it created a really unique experience with new food; it was memorable. With each cheese, I experience a new taste and a new feeling. One of the meats made my eyes water; one of the cheese was dry; one of the cheeses was rich with the taste of wine. When we got to the wine shop, I felt comfortable and happy in the presence of new acquaintances. Massimo gave a detailed explanation of the wine, its elaboration, and other interesting details. At one point, my only discomfort was the crick in my neck from the angle my head was placed in order to give Massimo my full attention. It was a comfort to hear about something familiar yet new. Familiar in the sense that I understood the wine process that he was talking about: oak barrels, stainless steel tanks, packagings and labelling, the presentation of the wine, the laws surrounding the cultivation of the grapes, and so on. It was new because Italian’s are different than the French. Their wine is different, the percentage of alcohol is different, so is the taste and the grapes, etc.