Cinco De Mayo, in Italia?!

This is my first picture with David; a handsome and very kind, darling man. He picked me up on this day to watch his brother's soccer match. He brought me a pink rose from his garden. We had focaccia and white wine while we sat with his friends at the game. They were so lovely and welcoming! Happy was how I felt.
We had a Cinco De Mayo party for the teacher girls from school that evening. David joined us. He was not only our one and only male guest but also the only one who spoke Italian with little English, AND, he had never truly had Mexican food before; I'm positive he thought we were crazy. He was polite and charming and trying so hard to pay attention to all of our conversation. He was a true gentleman.