mamma mia!

So while I was in Milan, Italy last week, one morning Sarah and I went to an Italian bakery. We walk in and wait patiently in line to order our pastries, and when it's my turn, I order, and this little old Italian lady behind me starts commending me in Italian for making such a great choice. She grabs my arm and starts spewing off Italian...the only words i caught were "mamma mia!" and "bellisima!" Then an older man came in the shop, and there's Italian flying everywhere, which is understandable, but then again...not understandable because I don't speak Italian! The lady working at the bakery and these two other people just kept going on and on saying "bella" all the time and talking about Sarah and me, it made me feel like I was really a part of an Italian family (if only i had dark hair and skin...).