I’ll bet there is nothing you would like to see more than a 68-year-old Italian woman in a shiny gold bikini, right? Especially when you are privy to the fact that all those oatmeal cookies I made for Zio never made it past Mama’s house, she ate them all within 12 hours of him arriving to pick up Coco!
Let me start at the beginning on this one because it’s just too priceless to pass up posting this story. It all began last week when my sister came to visit me for the first time in Italy. Our first adventure to the sea involved a pleasant boat ride from Porto Antico, Genova, along the Italian Riviera coastline all the way to San Fruttuoso Abbey and beach which is nestled between Camogli and Portofino (FYI- there are no roads leading to this village).
After a refreshing swim, my sister decided to change out of her wet bathing suit in a nearby public washroom. She then, subsequently, left the top half of her suit hanging on a nail inside and was left with only the bottoms when she got back to my house. I gave her one of mine to try on but it was too small. Oh no! We were going the next day to a friend’s B&B with a gorgeous infinity pool, what are we going to do now?
We went to see Mama. I asked her if she had any tops my sister could borrow. Mama said sure, come into my room. She reached up to a top shelf in her closet and pulled out a bag of swim suits. Great! This plan might work…then Mama pulled out of her bag of tricks a shiny gold bikini! What???! Is that yours? She thrust it into my sister’s hands and said ‘prova’ ‘prova’! My sister shrieked with laughter and said “there’s no way you’re going to get me into that thing”. Mama cupped my sister’s breast and said oh yes, it will fit fine, haha.
Clearly she didn’t understand my sister’s mortification. I must say though, that I don’t feel so bad now that Mama has felt my sister up too. You know, lets keep the experience in the family right?
Thankfully, Mama had other, more conservative bathing suits for my sister to try on.