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My mother once ordered a pizza in Italy by nodding her head at everything the Italian waiter suggested. My mother does not speak Italian. Her pizza arrived with everything plus a fried egg. When I was in Italy last month I had the opportunity to taste the mythic egg-pizza. It was quite good. We probably shouldn’t have been making fun of her for the past 25 years.

Maria, my webmistress suggested I learn to add links so here is a receipie for an eggy pizza > yum

At St Peter’s in Rome the pope is so far away in his little window that they have big pope-o-vision screens to see what his holiness is doing. It seemed like a religious sporting event.