We got an aerial view of some of the flooding this morning on our flight home and it isn’t pretty. Thankfully, our house wasn’t flooded. The sun is out, so hopefully everyone is drying out a bit.
And thank you to everyone who wished us safe travels yesterday.
When we got home, girls about attacked us all, “WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU? You were due back like, Monday.”
Anyhow, my plan was to introduce you to the real, live Italians yesterday…it just never happened because we were too busy sitting in airports and hotels.
You know, I really should stop planning. It never seems to happen the way I work it all out in my brain…
So, the Italians: Mirco, Lea and Sabino. Mirco is Lea and Sabino’s son.
Yesterday at breakfast, Lea asked me IF (key word, here) I wanted to have a little “bambino.”
The “asking” had to go through Mirco (he’s our Italian-English translator, since Lea and Sabino speak very little English and I speak ZERO Italian other than “merci” – which I just realized is French…damn) and I thought she asked me WHEN I was planning to get on with the baby-making.
I looked around, eyeing Tim like, “HELP ME…how do you say eventually?”
When, unbeknownst to me, all that was required was a simple yes or no.
Instead, my confusion ended being a good five minute joke cause I’m all, “HOW DO YOU SAY NOT NOW? LATER? FUTURE??
And they’re looking at me like, soooo….do you want a bambino or not? Seems like a simple enough question…you do or you don’t…
Totally lost in translation.
We finally got it all sorted out…yes, just not in the immediate future.
Our trip also reminded me how Italians can EAT. WOW. I am totally fooded-out.
I won’t even go into details because the food list would be an entire post by itself. You’d gain ten pounds just reading it.
We’ll leave it at this: somehow, we managed to fill an entire eight-person dining room table with dessert. DESSERT.
And poor Maddie…I don’t know if she has a hot spot or was bitten by something…but we came home and she had a HUGE welt-looking thing on her side. We cleaned it out with peroxide and told her NO LICKING.
She didn’t listen.
So she got coned.
I know. She looks totally pitiful and is having a really hard time judging the space available to her between stationary objects…like doorframes.