You know you're not at home when (I) ..

It's 11am at the Stazione Principe bus station.

I am standing at an espresso bar, having my second caffe` macchiato of the day.

A car pulls up to a screeching halt.

A large, tall and muscular security guard, complete with pistol and army crew cut, gets out.

The engine is still running.

He approaches the bar.

"Probably an espresso down-the-hatch kind of guy", I think.

He orders a glass of Champagne.