Today we went out for lunch, made a bit of an occasion of it, with a nice bottle of wine and everything. It only took three hours. 🙂
The place we went was very “typical,” as Auntie says, which means it’s traditional, and everything is homemade, and there are no menus, and you eat a feast fit for kings and it hardly costs more than an entirely forgettable meal at home, and it is the best food you’ve ever had.
Auntie with her pasta:
I learned a bit about Italian grammar, and the plural of the masculine and feminine forms, at the restaurant, too. When I searched out the restrooms, and encountered two tiny rooms with near-identical words on them, I pushed open one door and found:
So I knew my room was the other one.
After we ate, we repaired to the courtyard where we enjoyed limoncello and the company of other diners who had also gone outside–for fresh air or cigarettes, or both. The owner/waiter/host came by.
All in all, most delightful.
We got home and I fell into a stupor for a while, then helped Auntie work in her garden. We’re preparing her home for something this weekend that I will tell you about later–but it involves lots of cleaning and weeding and scrubbing and tidying and whatnot.
And a family of wild chickens is considering moving in! They’ve been by a few times. They’re pretty elusive whenever I get the phone-camera out, but I managed to catch them this afternoon, across the fence:
Tonight: more yoga, and dinner with the yoga-gang afterwards. And I’m still full from lunch.