Not A tourist

My wife doesn't consider our summer trips to Italy as "travel", since in the past, we mostly just "play house" when we are there. We decided that this year would be different. We were going to go to France, but that didn't happen. I detest the idea of packing luggage and checking in and out of hotels. The compromise ended up with our renting apartments for a week. Right now we are on the Italian riviera , staying in a small town that no one ever heard of. I love the place. We have been walking around and exploring the narrow streets, finding surprises at every turn. In the evenings, most of the residents must cut off their TV's and head to one of the many piazzas. One piazza that is lined with restaurants, is blocked off to vehicle traffic, and the restaurants extend their "table line" into the piazza. At the end of a long narrow street, we found an impressive church that was approachable by about fifty steps. We heard what sounded like music practice and peering over a wall saw a band of at least forty. We walked around to ware they were , and discovered that it was the city band practicing. Members were eight to sixty years old. It was getting cool (sorry Texans) , so we headed back. Passing by the area with all the restaurants and a band was starting to play. The female singer was belting out "Hit The Road Jack", so we stopped to listen. Sat down next to two elderly ladies and started talking to them. Turned out that one had two daughters. One in America and one in Brazil. We talked for over a hour. Now thats my idea of "tourism"