We were in Sicily traveling with another family (our connection was our eldest daughter). The Dad ("Matt") was a notorious Rush Limbaugh type - had a local radio show and taught economics at U Indy. Anyway, we were in Taormina (?) having lunch at an outdoor casual place and some Sicilian came in and asked us if we could move to another table so that they could have two big tables together for a birthday party. We hadn't had our meal yet, so I said "yeah, no problem". Well Matt starts in with me- "don't give in to those guys. Don't let them push you around like some tourist". It never occurred to me that it was a dick-measuring contest. I shrugged it off. We moved. The Sicilian then sent over two huge pitchers of red wine - like the beer pitchers we had in college, but filled with Sicilian wine. Nice call, Matt. Well, we never finished the wine but worked like shit to finish at least one pitcher.