Thank you, Starbucks.

For making me look completely American. We took a  tour of Fiesole today, a five minute walk up the hill from our gate. A group of us decided to stop at a corner store, something they call a bar. The cashier said something to me in which I asked my roommate, "what did he say"? He smiled at my confusion. I looked at the menu on the side and saw Latte 90, meaning 90 Euros. Now lattes are what I always get at Starbucks, a tall vanilla latte with extra caramel sauce and whipped cream. So I ordered one. I moved over to the pick up station and waited for it. The cook put a class of warm milk in front of me. I looked at the people I was with to ask if they ordered a glass of warm milk. Clearly, I was the only one who didn't know because they confirmed it was mine. Now, if you know me, you know milk is near the top of my list of things I hate along with tomatoes, raw onions, and coconut. I just looked at it. My RA told the cook in Italian that I actually meant to order a Cafe Latte. The cook looked at me, rolled her eyes, and brought over a shot of expresso. She what I believe reprimanded me for my mistake, saying firmly "Cafe Latte". I imagined she said something like, "You Americans". I asked my roommate how to say "I'm sorry" in Italian, but could only manage to say "Gratzi". She gave me no reply. So thank you, Starbucks, for completely changing the substance of the drink without any indication of such on your menu.