It has been a few days since I last wrote a journal entry. It is April 25th, which is evidently the day World War II ended in Italy. It is a holiday and everything is closed, so today has been pretty slow around here for the first time in awhile, so hence the writing.
Having said that, I think I should back track: There is a guy down the valley named Tomas. He lives in a home similar to Vitto’s with his wife/partner. We brought him wild asparagus on the first day I arrived. After we visited for awhile, he invited us over for lunch a few days later.
His home is in the same valley, so we walked down there in raincoats because it was a musty day. There was a north African storm blowing through the valley. At the house was Tom, his partner, his sister, and her daughter, Andy. They were all Swiss and the two additional people were there on a short holiday. They visit Tom every so often and it serves as sort of a country get-away. In Texas, it would be like going to a friend’s ranch.
Well, these cats know how to cook. They made smashed, yes smashed, potatoes, a recipe procured from an American girl who was WWOOFing with them a few years before. It definitely had some American flair to it. Additionally, we had grilled artichoke hearts (glorious), some fennel that Andy made, and some dope Italian sausage grilled by Tom. Also, of course, wine and beer. The young girl was in her gap year and studying photography in Norway. She spoke great English and showed me some of her photos. She enjoyed the live action shots.
There was also cannoli, and it was just too good. I think I will try to make cannoli for Thanksgiving this year for my family. It seems like a great Italian addition to our family traditions.
For the most part, I didn’t speak. Most of the conversations were in languages I don’t understand. Regardless, it was lovely to just sit, eat, and enjoy everyone’s company. However, they asked me if I knew a character named Tex, a cartoon who was a cowboy. His comic books were how Tom learned English and Tex was very dear to his heart. I sadly had not heard of Tex before and honestly, he didn’t really seem ALL that Texan.