@CalamityJane,
Girl after my own heart, as they used to say. I used to do Campari and OJ and ice (so non italian), in great tall but narrow glasses..
I still remember asking for a Campari in a small but cozy hotel in Lucca, where the desk clerk and I were watching a tennis match, after I'd arrived back there after circling the city on the wall and traversing it besides... maybe it was the second or third day, when I was exploring.
Given a few more minutes I might remember who was playing. Kuerten? a talented spanish guy? Anyway, the tennis helped us cut across language - he with workable english and me with criminal italian - and he asked me if I'd like an aperitivo. All friendly talk, with him telling me all the negs about tourists who only want spaghetti and cling in clumps (I told him I was the only visitor to such and such museum, and after his comment, told him how I maneuvered around the clumps).. but the camaraderie took a down turn when I asked for a
second ice cube. (Yes, yes, I know about lukewarm being best for flavor..)