Eyes wide with horror, I tried to disengage, but Dana refused to let me go, holding my hand tight. “Allegra, Sophia, get out here!” she yelled, motioning them over. Knowing they’d never get involved in such a public display, I figured I’d sway back and forth and get the episode over with so we could return to the hotel. And then I watched as my mother rose from her seat, grabbed Allegra’s wrist, and pulled her into the throng.

No. Way.

Allegra was laughing as Mom began to clap enthusiastically and wiggle her butt back and forth. Within a few more seconds, the entire tour group was stuffed onto the floor of the restaurant, dancing, and then the circle morphed into a line, and everyone fell into a conga line.

I caught Enzo’s shocked gaze, but he whizzed by as I was pushed forward around the tables, with Dana’s grip firmly around my waist. We passed by the other table of tourists, who were all staring at us, and then Steve reached over with one beefy hand and grabbed one of the men by the arm, lifting him up out of the seat and throwing him with one quick movement into the singing, stomping conga line.

I cringed and prepped for an explosion. I figured the man would start a fight, launch into an outraged lecture, or furiously call for a manager. Maybe even a lawsuit. I stumbled, trying to tell Dana to tell her husband to back off before he got into trouble, but the scene unfolded before my eyes in stunning format.

The man began to dance. The line snaked around the table again, and this time, Steve grabbed another guy. By the third round, the entire table was dancing with us in a giant drunken line of tourists gone wild. Big smiles plastered their faces as they followed the group, bellowing out the last of the lines of the song at the top of their lungs.

When the song ended, the entire restaurant clapped and cheered. I wiped sweat from my brow and watched Steve pat a few guys on the back, chatting away with Dana at his side. Cherry and Laura hugged another guy. Allegra was shaking her head as Mom beamed with delight, telling one of the strangers she was proud of him and she’d pray for him.

Unbelievable.

Enzo finally wrested back control and we reboarded the bus. The entire way home, we sang songs together in sloppy unity, and when my phone began to violently vibrate, I refused to even check it.