Well just in case you were wondering what happened to Mama, I can assure you she has not been buried in the back yard, or under the house. Primarily because we don’t actually have a backyard and we live in an apartment.
Actually, she arrived a few days ago and the apartment has come to life again. I am also happy to announce that she has quit smoking! I have a new found Faith in God (or rather, modern science). She has been taking some pills that assist with quitting and she has not had a cigarette in 21 days! I can’t tell you how happy this makes me. It’s like living with a totally different person.
And, in true Mama style, tomorrow I have an appointment with the doctor and she has instructed me to bring some special salami to him. I’ve mentioned how weird Italians can be right? It just so happens that when Mama called to make the appointment for me she obviously had a good old chat with the doctor and told him she was hanging out in Tuscany.
You see, each region of Italy is known for a particular food or wine or actually both. For example, in Liguria, we are known for Foccaccia bread and Vermentino wine. In Tuscany it’s salami and Chianti…get it! This is why so many tourists eat their way through the country because each local insists that you try their “specialties”. They are very proud and work quite hard at maintaining these traditions.
Last summer, when I kidnapped Rosie (yes, I actually kidnapped an American tourist), I plied the poor gal with so much food and wine that it’s a small miracle she made it back to Monterosso on the train and safely back to her hotel! The thing is, life can be so wonderful here that you can’t help but want to share it with every stranger that is just passing through.