My Italian friends asked me if I wanted to go do something on Saturday. I of course said yes. When I asked them what we were going to do, I swore they said go to pizza and the beach. I was all up for that. When we got on the freeway, I was a little confused. After going down the road a ways, I asked again -- where are we going for pizza? only to find out we weren't going for pizza at all, but going to a beach town called Pizzo! So a few miles down the road we arrive at Pizzo and hike down to a church named Piedigrotta church.